Today I am participating in a weekly feature on another website called Five Minute Fridays. Bloggers are given a writing prompt (topic) and told to write for *five minutes. “No *editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.” Today’s topic was “Opportunity.” 

GO

Opportunity knocks at my door this morning. Will you let me in? What will you do with me?

When my car won’t start for the second morning in a row…when I have to rearrange my schedule and put off going to the gym again.

Opportunity knocks. Will you let me in? What will you do with me?

What will I do? I want to complain…but instead I plug in the battery charger, call the mechanic, and hope that we can still get it there in time for me to make my much-needed coffee/playdate with a friend.

When my son asks for a hug. I sit down on the floor and see the remains of a week’s worth of dinner preparation on the floor. Stale cheese. I need to sweep.

Hug mommy?

Opportunity knocks. Will you let me in? What will you do with me?

When I sit down to write this post for the first time, and patter patter comes little feet.

Sit mommy?

He wants a breakfast companion.

Opportunity knocks. Will you let me in? What will you do with me?

And so I ignore the post, the sweeping, the stress of the morning.

And I sit down and hug him.

I sit down and watch him eat toast and pretend his toast is a matching game. “This a match? No…This a match? YES! Is a match!!!”

And I breathe in this moment. Because it’s an opportunity I might not ever get again.

Opportunity knocks. Will you let me in? What will you do with me?

STOP

*Pictures were taken before the 5 minute time slot and added afterward. But in spirit of the 5-minutes, they are unedited other than for adding watermarks.*