I’m breaking the rule I set for my own kids not to say, “What the…?” The reason for the rule was I didn’t want people to think they were cussing, but the really foul word to my soul lately has been rush. Some call it hustling. Others call it busy. Here in suburbia, it’s easy to think we don’t have a choice, like we’ve got to succumb to the invisible pressure to ride the wave of busy and crazy. It’s rather subversive to stand on the shore and ask, “What the rush?”
The other day a parent and I were discussing the introduction of iPads at school, the trend toward educational and readable resources transitioning from paper to screens, and our kids’ obsession with technology. She shrugged her shoulders in a gesture of surrender and said, “I guess we just have to go with the flow.” I pictured us all swept up in a rush of white water as we clung to our tablets and all the paper and pencils being washed downstream.
As she walked away, my gut said, “But we don’t.”
It wasn’t just screens taking over our lives that I was pondering, it was the pace of society’s so-called race. When did we start thinking we’ve lost our freedom to choose the speed at which we move? Maybe the flurry of fall commitments might not be for us right now, maybe we don’t have to say yes to every meeting, and, yes, maybe there can be too much of all these good things.
A guy my friend dated in college drove the car as slow as he wanted. He wasn’t oblivious to the vehicles whizzing past him, he simply didn’t care to join the hurry. When asked why he drove like a snail, he said,
Why rush? I want to enjoy where I’m going.
I want that for me and my family. The first week of second grade my son brought home a paper with a list of what makes him nervous. Rip currents was the one that caught my attention. Next he listed what makes him happy: my favorites were geckos and jump scares.
I don’t want my kids to become cussers, but I’m perfectly fine if they ask, “What the…?” when it comes to rush. I want them to be adventurous and to realize the dangerous reality of rip currents, and that sometimes, it’s just fine to stand on the shore and do life at the pace they love to go.
What helps you to stand firm against the social pressure of rush?