pay attention

as i bathed the pooklet the other night, i thought about the olden eras when there were fewer distractions. did parents relish with more patience time with their kids doing mundane things like giving baths? the idea appealed to me.

i thought about my eagerness (above most everything else it often seems) lately to process my photos in lightroom, and realized that it fosters an underlying impatience i have with the little pook and the things with which i should bear in his development.

this comes on the heels of a discussion the wife initiated about neil postman and a thesis she wants to write about the short attention spans of today's youth, and the hindrances to committing to developing thoughts, and expressing them in written and verbal communication.

what a reminder that we need to slow down and examine what is consuming our time, and, at times, our very selves.