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A Time for Everything

Two weeks ago I found our red kitchen timer outside.  Half of it was by the back door on its side and the other half lay in the grass like an overturned beetle.  It’d been a rough night.

Both pieces had collected enough rain water to drown, and I wondered hopefully if the thing would dare tick again.

It did.

About that time our daughter had a moderate case of Distraction which was slowly leaking from math to other subjects. She would spend forty-five minutes working on math–to include visiting the bathroom, sharpening four pencils, laughing at her brother and complaining with audible sighs and unsubtle body language.  OR she would focus on 55 multiplication problems, ten addition and ten subtraction and finish before the timer made her fall out of her chair fifteen minutes later.  Both with equal results.

We kissed the timer.

We noticed, too, how eager our daughter was to work.  Fifteen minutes of math suddenly wasn’t a problem.  Neither was ten minutes at a time of piano.  Efficiency and enjoyment replaced dawdling and do-I-have-tos.  There was more time now for books about monkeys and manatees.  More time for crafts.

Quickly surmised…

Red apple kitchen timer=happiness.  Ahem…or something close.

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4 Responses to “A Time for Everything”

  1. Anne says:

    I love it!! I will definitely try that trick and break up things that are less loved into smaller chunks. Great idea!

  2. Brian Morgan says:

    Perfect. I need one of those. I especially liked this line: “About that time our daughter had a moderate case of Distraction which was slowly leaking from math to other subjects.”

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