It’s easy to feel like my days just bleed into one another. And it’s equally as easy to begin to dismiss the monotonous, underwhelming hours that pass.
The problem is – when I do that, I lose something precious. I lose special moments of my boys’ lives when I forget that every single minute is a blessing to be counted. Oh, how could I forget?
My days may be so similar that I don’t know if its Tuesday or Friday, but look at what I’m doing! This being present, this board book-reading, this cheek-kissing, this nursing, this tickling and this holding – this is what lays the foundation of love in the lives of my boys. They need me, and isn’t that incredibly beautiful? Who cares if it’s Tuesday or Friday?
I was watching my little Forrest pull himself up on his hands and knees this afternoon. I was struck with the realization that I simply cannot wish another single moment away. No matter where (or with whom!) I’m living, no matter how much money I (don’t) have, and whether or not I’ve a car, or a farmhouse, or nice clothes or a recent haircut or if my legs are shaved. These moments, every one of them, are precious and God-given and I’ll never get them back. How can I do anything but rejoice in each tick of the clock?
Our family of four is experiencing so much transition right now. I don’t always like transitional seasons and adjusting to living with my in-laws has not been easy. But what am I doing to aid in the full absorption of lessons learned? How can I lend to peace within this home? How can I set these people at ease? In what ways can I use my talent to serve, to uplift, to nurture, to inspire, to encourage?
I know the answers to these questions. Most importantly, I know that I can pretty much guarantee that I won’t accomplish any of it if I’m wishing this time away. My boys will be that much older and those lessons will go unlearned.
Right here, right now, I choose to be involved. I will involve myself in the minutes that pass and I will not ask them to scoot on by so that I can get on with my life, whatever that means. This is my life.
This is my life.