Losing Jason… 5 Years On

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Losing Jason… 5 Years On

January 8, 2020 Uncategorized 0

It’s exactly 5 years today since we lost our son. Of course I’m sad. I’m glad that God has brought us this far, yes, but I certainly still miss my little boy, Jason. I know he’s up there in heaven together with my dad, God and the angels, but he’s also in my heart right here, right now.

I wondered what to write today, because I didn’t want to write just for the sake of it. So here’s what came to my mind.

A few days ago I was thinking about where my time goes. I’m a wife, mum, student, mentor, life coach and entrepreneur.

On some days, I’m done with a lot of stuff pretty early in the day. Some days make me wish that a day had a hundred hours!

So I decided to audit my time and find out roughly where each hour goes. And I came to a surprising discovery. Very little time actually went into doing what I was capable of doing, in comparison to time spent finding out what to do about certain things. In short, that was time either wasted or lost (instead of outsourcing or delegating) or well used because of gaining the needed skills, experience and expertise.

I remember severally asking myself, “Where has my time gone???” especially on such info-finding days. Staring into a sink on one of those, a song came to mind.

Row, row, row your boat
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the steam
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream

So it’s all about rowing (mundane stuff, it seems. Routines. One activity that you’re really good at.)
Your boat (it’s gotta be yours. And everyone has a a boat. Mind yours.)
Gently (there’s no rush, no need for force, etc)
Down the steam (go with the flow of your stream)
Merrily (for that is your lot, and if you do it right, you sure will be good at it, at peace, and therefore, also merry)
Because life is just a dream (we can’t touch it, per se, but we can experience it to the full).

So right there, in that little song that makes my rainbow son ever so happy, I found a lot of answers. Row my boat, gently, down the steam, merrily, for after all, life is but a dream, just like my son’s was, for those 10.5 months.

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