All We Have Are the Moments…
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 – seemingly, at times, without a moment to exhale.
We experienced the birth of a baby; the death of his great-grandfather; the daily awareness that a loved one is 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 . . . being lived . . . all the while, ebbing away.
Even as I’m ironing my husband’s shirt for church, I’m recording these very thoughts into the notes app on my phone. A thought here . . . a sentence there . . . I can barely manage to eke out a paragraph or two 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; prioritizing 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 trough this blog;
- time being consumed with cooking and cleaning and serving and carpooling – yet experiencing professional fulfillment.
Though it may sound like a high and mighty assertion – 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 could be possible. We give away more of ourselves emotionally than we ever thought we could.
We are moms, and we are 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’re usually not aware that “moments” are happening – when no one is there to snap the photos.
As someone who has raised four adult kids – and then cried for months (years!) regretting that the 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 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.