I woke up this morning wishing for a pause button. I looked forward to today, but wasn't quite ready to start it. I just wanted a few minutes, so I could wake up at my own pace before the early morning rush resumed.
On my way home from dropping off the kids, I reminisced about other times in my life when I wished for different buttons:
When my parents first got divorced, I wished for rewind during the holidays. It was a pain for my brother and I to dissect our visits home from college, only to be reminded in both places that something was missing.
When Craig was being treated for cancer while I was pregnant with the the twins, I wished for fast forward on a daily basis. We both felt like crap and were anxious to learn what the future would bring.
When the twins were little, there were days when fast forward didn't cut it. Instead I wished for eject, because they were so naughty that it didn't seem like a battle I'd ever win.
Then, mixed into all that I mentioned above, there were spontaneous moments that I never wanted to forget. For those precious moments that reassured me life was worth the struggle, a record button would have been nice.
But right now, I'm at pause. And I'm thinking that's a pretty good place to be. Because who knows what tomorrow will bring?