When I was a teacher, one of my students told me that as we prepared for her eighth grade graduation. At the time, it struck me as funny (and, um, maybe a little . . . frank).
But it's true, isn't it?
Tonight I'm feeling a tad sentimental about my kiddos. It's strange to feel that way since they're still small; this very moment, I have the joy of spending my days with them. How can I possibly be sentimental over something happening now?
It's just that every day they transform. They grow and change and learn. They grow and change and explore. Eventually, they'll grow and change. . . and go.
It won't be forever that Superman fills Little Man's imagination.
(But for now -- he's serious business!)It won't be forever that Royal Princess flops about in heels too large.
It won't be forever that I'll have kidlets pleading to sit with me for a picture.
It's true that some things don't last forever -- moments among them. But those people? They do. That mysterious, eternal something in them? It won't fade.
As fleeting as these moments are, the more important things will stay. "And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love.
But the greatest of these is love." (1 Corinthians 13:13, NIV).
Loving imperfectly, but loving anyway,
Becki~
www.raisinghomemakers.com
made me smile and almost CRY! I can totally agree with the statement from your ex-student. I look at kaiden and the rest of my kiddos and i think ... where has that time gone! how can i get it back! I can't believe Kaidy and Madame Royal Princess are almost TWO! YIKES! And to think the quake in japan shortened our days even more :(
ReplyDeleteBlue -- Thanks. :) I'm trying to pay attention to the time my family & I have together, even in our fast days; this is where we build memories!
ReplyDeleteBecki~
ReplyDeleteI clicked over to you from A Holy Experience and now have tears forming in my eyes. You wrote about knowing that one day your children will go... THAT concept is why I'm teary. When my daughter (only child) grew up and left home, I found a ladder with thick, round rungs and wrote this message on it: Once upon a time... an Angel lived here... and now the Angel has spread her wings.... and flown away.... Fly happily Angel. After all these years, the ladder rests against the wall in her once-bedroom. These tears belong to every mother. I went on too long here, but your post struck me this morning. Enjoy Superman & Royal Princess. They are precious. ~Amy in the Nevada desert
Thank you, Amy. Your comment inspired me to go outside with the kiddos today. It's so easy to send them off to play together, but it's a different joy to play along with them.
ReplyDeleteLove your idea about the ladder! :)