Fifteen Minutes

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On most mornings when our phone alarms ring we both turn and silence them, lay them back down on the night stand, and promptly go back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later, we groggily force ourselves to once again pick up our phone, blearily look at the screen and try to make our finger tap right in the middle of the “dismiss” icon. The fifteen minutes between the first alarm and the second alarm are ALARMINGLY (HeHeHe) fast! Nano-second fast. Faster than a speeding bullet fast. I am not even sure if my head actually hits the pillow again before the second alarm starts dinging.

We push our feet from under the covers and mumble something about the time going so fast or that being the quickest fifteen minutes of the day. Sometimes I don’t even remember silencing the first alarm and I get to the second and I am expecting yet another fifteen minutes to sleep!

Fifteen minutes. A quarter of an hour! So quick and yet in certain circumstances it seems so LONG.

Like a teenager having to listen to a lecture. Torture! Fifteen minutes is too long. Actually, fifteen seconds is too long when a teen has to face the “commandant” of the family and explain their actions.

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Fifteen minutes on the highway after the bladder signal beeps is not nearly as fast as the early morning fifteen minutes. The countdown begins around mile eleven. Ten more miles! Six more miles!!! Three!

Fifteen minutes of listening to a child cry themselves to sleep can seem like forever, especially if it is the second or third week in a row that it has happened. Parents can get a little itchy during this sleepless time period.

The last fifteen minutes of work or school on a sunny Friday afternoon can be agonizingly slow.

HOWEVER, there are times that a fifteen minutes is absolutely perfect timing.

Like mixing up a cake or walking out to get the mail. Or shopping online.

Fifteen minutes is the perfect time frame for a wedding ceremony. Long enough to do the job but no so long that the crowd gets restless.

Fifteen minutes to load the dishwasher and make the kitchen look nice.

You only need about fifteen minutes to write a quick note to a friend, send a card, or make a phone call.

Fifteen minutes to help your daughter braid her hair or fifteen minutes to iron a shirt for your son’s first date.

Of course there are some things that simply can NOT be accomplished in a quarter of an hour even though some try. In our hurry, hurry, hurry, world we like to think that lasting relationships can be forged in fifteen minutes. Or gaining back someone’s trust is accomplished with a quick “I’m so, so, so, so sorry.” While trust can be lost almost as fast as the early morning fifteen minutes, it takes much longer than fifteen minutes to gain it back.

The things we hold dear, such as old quilts or hand turned woodwork, are labors of love. Meaning that the maker took more than fifteen minutes to put their skills and love into the item they were making.

It goes without saying that our kids need about fifteen of every sixteen minutes of the day. In fact, IF parents can find fifteen minutes – say locked into the car talking to another adult – without their kids, then they will say they had a great day!

A long soak to de-stress can NOT be accomplished in a mere fifteen minutes. Without occasional long soaks, the children might be in danger so it is best that the time be found and given. Fifteen plus and counting.

One thing that CAN be done in fifteen minutes is a call to the florist or a quick trip to the store to obtain cards, candies, candles, or other little things that tell your loved one how much you love them and that you took fifteen minutes out of your day to think about them. Especially on Valentine’s Day!


This is NOT the day for a fifteen minute trip to Tractor-Supply or Lowes. No boot scrapers, ice packs or fresh paint brushes!

Happy Valentine’s Day weekend. Don’t forget to tell your loved one how much they mean to you.

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About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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