Sun 13 May 2007
As I sit sipping my morning coffee, I watch as my son - the fountain of endless energy, running around chattering. He makes me smile as he brings me a crumpled up sticker. The sticker had seen better days, the sticky back filthy with dog hair and dirt, barely able to stick to anything. However, my son proudly presented it to me…to him it was a found treasure just for momma.
Even as I sit down in front of my computer to write, Logan not five feet from me playing with his fire truck imitating its sounds, I realize what a precious gift has been given to me. The times that I have with my son are valuable moments that I treasure with all my heart.
In five months, my little boy will be three years old. Yet, I can still remember the first time that I held him in my arms…it seems like just yesterday. I remember his first step, the first time he said mom-ma, the first time he ran in the park. Like, all mothers as I watch his growing independence; I have that fear of not being needed, of being left behind as he grows into the man that he will be. These fears quickly dissipate when he crawls up next to me on the couch and leans his little head against me with a sigh of contentment.
It is easy to look back to what once was and to look forward to the futures, but living in the moment is a bit harder. Maybe it is because life is so busy for most of us that we take the day to day for granted. We file those valuable moments away for a later reflection, instead of enjoying the joy of right now.
When you reflect at the end of the day and smile at the cute things your children did that day, ask yourself this:
Did I enjoy being in that moment or did I let the busyness of life, the mundane day-to-day chores overshadow it?
It is easy to go on with business as usual, but consider this…there will always be housework to do, bills to be paid, and work to get done, but you will only have that exact moment with our child once. Enjoy it, relish it and soak up that moment…letting everything go for that precious time with your child