Some days are hard.
Some days are amazing.
Some days I want to go back to bed and the day hasn’t even begun. We need a do-over before everyone has even finished their breakfast.
The days are long but the years are short.
There are only 940 Saturdays between the time a child is born until they leave for college.
940! In the big scheme of things, that’s nothing. The blink of an eye.
It seems like just yesterday I was walking the halls in the hospital awaiting the birth of our daughter. Now she’s old enough to have intelligent conversations with. We talk about the world as she sees it. She tells me that when she disobeys, her heart doesn’t love Jesus. We talk about love, grace, and her new pet caterpillar.
We found a bin of clothes that our oldest son wore two Summers ago that our youngest can wear now. There are some outfits that I clearly remember our oldest son wearing. Where has the time gone?
I try to bring my camera with me everywhere I go to document life. While my camera phone is great, it’s also a distraction. I try to document even the ordinary and everyday. Sometimes, that’s when I get my best shots. They are real and candid. Those are the ones that I cherish. The ones that the personalities of my children really come out.
I don’t want to forget the messy spaghetti face or the dirty hands from playing in the garden. I don’t want to forget the excitement of something as simple as a nature walk, or the proud moment of drawing a circle with chalk on the sidewalk. Those moments are fleeting.
Constantly I have to remind myself that they aren’t little forever. This is a season and this too shall pass. So let’s make the most of it. There will come a season when I will get more sleep. There will come a time when I can go to the bathroom by myself. One day, I will wake up and miss the sound of my babies calling me from their bedroom telling me they are awake and asking me to come get them. My daughter won’t ask to cuddle with her on the couch. My oldest son won’t grab my hand just to hold it. And I won’t also be our youngest son’s favorite person. I want to savor each and every moment. Even the hard times are blessings.
Obviously I think about this a lot. I don’t want to take these moments for granted. I don’t want to waste these precious moments. I don’t want to wish away this season even though it’s hard. The grass isn’t greener on the other side, even if it looks more vibrant from where we’re sitting. And if I need this reminder today, maybe you do too.
If you don’t, well, come back tomorrow for my post in our Summer Series.
This mama needs to die to herself everyday. I fight against my flesh and selfishness. I struggle with desiring “me time” while understanding that in this season it’s more about “we time” and teaching my little ones how to love the Lord with all their heart, soul, mind, and strength. Does that mean that I never get time to recharge and refresh? Of course not. We all need that time. But on those days when I feel empty and like I have nothing else to give, lose my patience, and battle against my children, those are the days when I have failed to first seek the Lord in His Word. I was simply trying to live out my day in my own strength. And when I do that, I fail. Miserably.
Let’s commit to being purposeful with our days. Our days of influence are limited. Let’s find joy even in the hard moments. And remember that we are never too busy to seek the face of the Lord in prayer and reading His Word.
How do you document moments in the life of your family? Through pictures? A journal? What are some ways you can commit to being purposeful this week?