It’s moments like these that make me catch my breath — Moments that make me think “Who am I that God would choose me to be the Mommy to these precious lives? Little ol’ me, in all my futile attempts at being the person I want to be?” Sometimes I feel so inept at the job of being Mommy. Even though I know that He is fully equipping me to do the job He has given me, I still stop and wonder why. Those days when all I can think of is what I need to do, what I need to teach them, the manners to be reminded of, the laundry to be folded, the dishes to be washed, the pictures to be edited, the arguements that need to be attended to, the house to be cleaned. I tell them to hurry up, hurry up, and forget to stop and bask in those ever-fleeting precious moments, the everyday moments that I tend to overlook. The feeling of little girl hands reaching out to me to be held, the “will you read me a story?”, “will you play with me?”, “will you sing me a song?”. It’s then that I sometimes remember……these days are flying away just like when they blow those dandelion puffs – they are just being scattered away. And I try to remember….. remember the smell of their hair after a bath, I remember to smile at the hairbows in my pockets and the crackers in my purse, I step over the mess on the floor and sit down to play, I read that same story, just one more time. I stop and listen, just listen… to the teenager, without giving advice. I treasure and store up all the little everyday moments, because one day all too soon, they will be gone.
“Only be careful, and diligently keep yourself, lest you forget the things your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life. And teach them to your children and your children’s children.” Deuteronomy 4:9