I wasn’t able to write a blog post last week.
Though I had many words in my heart to share, they never made it to the keyboard because life was happening – busily sweeping me from one task to the other – at times, without a moment to exhale.
We experienced the birth of a baby, the death of his great-grandfather, and the daily awareness that a loved one was slipping into eternity – with the fear that we may not make it to see them before they do, a personal bout with laryngitis (UGGH!! Yes, God silenced me!), a visit by my daughter’s mother-in-law; and still, life is going on – and being lived – all the while, ebbing away.
Even at this very moment, as I’m ironing my husband’s shirt for church, I’m recording these very thoughts into the notes app on my cell phone. A thought here . . . a sentence there . . . I can barely manage to eke out one paragraph between the ironing, the make-up, and preparing a rushed and half-eaten breakfast.
That’s not a bad thing, that’s just my life: putting a multitude of people before my personal endeavors; struggling to prioritize relationships over ambition.
And still, hoping that some how, some way, the twain shall meet:
- surrendering to the daily grind – and still seeing God glorified through this blog;
- time being consumed with cooking, cleaning, serving, and carpooling – yet experiencing professional fulfillment.
Though it may sound high and mighty – to profess that I’m prioritizing people (or trying to) – that’s not my intention at all. Truthfully, such a statement doesn’t make me noble . . . in fact, it makes me average. I think the simplest way to describe it, would be to say, it makes me a mom; plain and simple – a mom.
Because isn’t that what we moms do all day, every day?
We surrender. We yield. We serve. We love.
We produce way more physical energy than we ever believed we could. We give away more of ourselves emotionally than we ever thought was possible.
We are moms, and we are busy living the moments.
Because the outpouring, the exhaustion, the tabling of dreams – it really is the most important thing, and I was tangibly reminded of this truth during a funeral that I recently attended.
As I observed the meticulous and lovingly handcrafted pictorial collage of the deceased’s life, I read the following quote, which was weaved in between the images like a work of art: “FAMILY: Today’s little moments become tomorrow’s precious memories.”
As I stood there – sandwiched in between the casket and the collage – the quote was an affirmation of what’s really important in life: the moments. Because in the end, when it’s all said and done, and the final curtain closes, nothing will matter but the moments, because they become our loved ones precious memories.
As moms, let’s choose to live these “little” moments.
They are happening all of time – but mostly, in the mundane – when we are usually not aware that “moments” are happening – when no one is there to snap the photos.
As someone who has raised four kids who are now adults – and then cried for months (years!) regretting that their childhood stage was over – wondering where the time had gone, and wishing that I could get it back – I implore you to not only choose those (not so) little moments, but to also live “in” the moment.
Say “yes” more, smile more, pause to acknowledge your kids more. Stop – and deeply inhale and exhale more.
Hug longer, laugh harder. Just be in moment.
Even writing this blog post is really a reminder for myself.
A reminder that as a mother of six, and grandmother of two (among many others hopefully to come), my life is going to be full of people – full of choosing the moments – and because of that it will be full of trying to find stolen moments to write on this blog, but still, I choose those little precious moments.
They may be ordinary moments, and my title may be plain, but my work is magnificent!
As moms, we have our moments – and those little moments become tomorrow’s precious memories – and that is truly a marvelous thing.