I stole these beautiful words from Hands Free Mama. All that I could think when I read it early this morning was, "WOW....."
Life On Repeat
Teacher, do you tire of Circle Time? Do you feel like you review the
same rules over and over and over? Do you sound out the same words, show
the same spelling patterns, and answer the same questions year after
year? I imagine you do.
Nurse, do you tire of taking vitals and bodily fluids? Do you see the
same health issues day in and day out? Do you feel like you walk the
same halls, administer the same doses, and whisper the same assurances? I
suspect that you do.
Mail Carrier, do you tire of damaged packages and insufficient
postage? Do ever long to open a new mailbox? Do wish you could
personally deliver the handwritten notes to actual people and see their
joy? I have a sneaking suspicion you do.
Cashier, do you tire of slow conveyor belts, unorganized coupons, and
unsmiling customers? Do your feet ache from standing in the same place
at the same time each and every day? Do you hear the same bubblegum
battle between parents and children day in and day out? I am pretty sure
that you do.
Parent, do you tire of grumpy small people, missing shoes, and that
dreaded question: what’s for dinner? Do you wipe the same noses, pick up
the same wet towels, diffuse the same sibling squabbles day in and day
out? I know that you do.
Musician, do you tire of bad song requests, calloused fingers, and
lack of appreciation? Do you long for a new crowd, a new venue, a new
stool to prop your foot on? Do get sick of wondering if this dream is
going anywhere? I suppose that you do.
But here’s the thing. You just never know when you’ll be in the
middle of that redundant message, task, or duty and suddenly something
will happen, letting you know this time is different.
That song you’ve longed to write appears before you …
That patient turns the corner …
That kindergartener begins to read …
That woman weeps when you hand her a long-awaited letter from a military base …
That customer needs that unexpected smile …
That grown child says, “Thanks, Mom and Dad. You are the reason I made it through.”
And then suddenly your Life on Repeat is someone’s divine sign …
someone’s lifesaver … someone’s second chance … someone’s voice of an
angel … someone’s silver lining … someone’s hope is not lost.
As you know, you cannot predict when that day will come. It could be a
slow Tuesday morning. It could be a rainy Friday afternoon when the
traffic is really bad. It could be the day after a rough night of sleep.
It could be when you are about to throw in the towel. Yes, it could be
So I beg you to carry on.
Burp that baby for the 900th time.
Shine those windows like a boss.
Lift your voice from the back row of the choir for the whole world to hear.
Write until you can write no more.
These are the redundant actions of an everyday hero.
And today just might be the day your life’s message intersects with a heart longing for the message only YOU can deliver.
So please, I beg you, carry on.