A Word from A
Lipinski, Step Aside"
1999, by Cheryl Demas
Moms are always looking for ways to save
time. We have so many technological gadgets today that are supposed
to save time and make our lives easier. I don't know about you,
but lately, I've feel like I have no free time. I have all of
the time-saving gadgets, but no free time. What is going on here?
Here's a typical example. My
girls have ice skating classes every Monday morning, followed
by free-skating time. While they're skating, I usually check
voicemail, make phone calls on my cell phone, and try to get
caught up on paperwork. During what I would have considered free
time, in my pre-gadget days, I'm now preoccupied with busywork.
I think my problem and maybe
yours, too, is that I have allowed the technology to rule me,
instead of to serve me.
Remember the days before pagers
and cell phones when we really could get away from it all? I
think we still need those times. I've decided that I've become
a little too connected.
I've realized lately that I don't
have to check my messages every hour, I don't need to respond
to every chain letter email that passes through my mailbox. I
don't have to answer the phone every time it rings. Voicemail
is a great timesaver, I just have to discipline myself to use
it and only check messages when I have the time scheduled. The
same goes for all of my tasks. If I designate time to work on
something, without interruption, and can really concentrate on
the task at hand, I get much more accomplished. And I need to
schedule real free time too, when I don't do anything.
So last week, during free-skate
time, I decided to join my girls on the rink.
I rented skates and then much
to the amazement of my two daughters, slowly skated onto the
ice. Of course I knew that I wasn't the next Tara Lipinski but
I was proud of myself, and I thought I was doing pretty well.
I waved to my 13-year-old daughter, I could tell she was trying
to tell me something, but I couldn't quite hear her I skated
"What?" I yelled to
It sounded like she was saying,
"Mom, be careful you don't fall!"
Oh, that's sweet, how many teenagers
are so concerned for theirmom's safety? I still couldn't quite
hear her so I skated closer. Thistime I heard her loud and clear.
"Mom, You look like a great
Nothing like a teenager to cut
a mom down to size.
I didn't let my goofball status
stop me though, I still had a good time. Actually, in the car
on the way home, my daughter confided that she was actually surprised
that I hadn't fallen and that we should skate together next week
So from now on, if you need to
reach me on Monday morning please just leave a message, I'll