There
Is Nothing Ordinary About An Ordinary Day
Editorial by Robert
Kirwan
I think we have all heard the
saying, "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we
take, but by the number of moments that take our breath
away." This
cliché is constantly being used by inspirational speakers and
writers to convince us that we should appreciate the truly
remarkable moments in our life and cherish them forever.
Last
weekend I came across an essay written by an unknown author
that made me look at life from a whole different perspective.
The writer contended that our lives are not really measured by
the number of breaths we take or even by the number of moments
that take our breath away, but rather our lives are measured
by what happens during ordinary days. After all, we certainly
have more plain ordinary days than we have special days or
moments that take our breath away.
While we
will always look forward to those beautiful milestones in our
life, such as the birth of a child, a graduation, a wedding, a
birthday or anniversary celebration, they are few and far
between for most of us.
In fact, we spend the vast majority of our time on this
earth living normal, ordinary days which turn quickly into
normal, ordinary years. We simply go about our business of
being parents, spouses, employees and friends and life goes
on.
Therefore if we are going to accurately measure our
life; it is what we do with these ordinary days that will
actually define us. Your life is therefore defined by the sum
of all of your ordinary days. We are who we are because of
those typical days, not the moments that take our breath away
or the number of years we have been alive.
A few days
after reading that essay my wife and I found ourselves looking
after our two grandchildren on a Saturday night. We both enjoy
the time we get to spend with our granddaughters during these
“sleepovers” and our two little angels can’t wait to go
to “Grandma and Grandpa’s”.
It so
happened that on this particular evening our eldest
granddaughter who is almost three years old didn’t want to
go to bed. Try as we might, she just wouldn’t cooperate. So
rather than fighting (fellow grandparents will understand this
unwillingness to fight with grandchildren), we just told her
she could sit quietly on the rocking chair with her head on a
pillow and watch television. The hockey game was on so I am
sure it was absolutely boring for her, but she didn’t mind
because at least she didn’t have to go to bed.
While she
was sitting there, I reached my foot over and began gently
rocking the chair in the hope that she would fall asleep and
we could carry her to bed.
It was at that moment when I flashed back in time and
vividly recalled standing in the hallway at the hospital,
looking into the room at my daughter-in-law moments after she
had delivered her first-born baby. My daughter-in-law will
tell you that she never looked so awful and exhausted, with
her hair a complete mess, but when I saw her holding my first
granddaughter, the two of them were the most beautiful sight I
could ever imagine. I told her that there is nothing in this
world more beautiful than a new mother holding her child.
Now, almost three years later, I looked over at this
wonderful little girl, curled up in the rocking chair, eyes
slowly closing while Grandpa was gently rocking her with his
outstretched toes. I thought about my one year old
granddaughter already asleep in her crib in another room. It
was then that the significance of the essay hit me. This was
just an ordinary day in my life. It was almost
10 p.m.
and our granddaughter was giving us a hard time about going to
bed. But at that very moment, as I gazed upon her innocent
face with her eyes closed I felt the same as I had at the
moment of her birth, looking at her in the arms of her mother.
As ordinary as the day may have seemed, I couldn’t have
imagined myself being happier or more at peace than I was
right then and there. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere
else.
I am truly convinced that the ordinary days of our
lives are the ones that are the most precious. And the older I
get the more I realize that there is nothing ordinary about an
ordinary day. And that is the way life is supposed to be.
Have a good
week!
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