Sunday, November 2, 2014
Ever since becoming a mother I have wished there was a way to control time. Speed it up through tough times like sickness and sorrow, and freeze it for a while during other times. Make those special moments last for longer than just a moment.
Since manipulating time is not an option, a good thing I'm sure, I instead try to make the time I do have, count. Weighing priorities helps.
When my youngest son comes to me carrying a coloring book and a box of crayons wanting me to color with him I decided the dusting can wait until tomorrow. Dusting and cleaning will always be here, but he will grow up before I know it. Placing my dusting cloth on top of the rolltop desk, I joined him lying on the floor and colored three pictures.
Reading Green Eggs and Ham just one more time instead of a book I acquired several weeks ago and have yet to crack open the covers. Playing Uno with the girls when I have not yet checked my email today. Discussing farming methods and costs with my oldest son even when I find it to be a less than stimulating conversation. It's all part of trying to make this time with our children count. They're growing up much faster than I'm ready for and I don't want to look back and wish I would have spent more time with them.
We may not be able to provide them with the best of everything, their clothes may come from a thrift shop, their toys may be few, I may not be able to give them much material wise, but I can give them time, attention, and all the love in my heart. In the end I'm thinking and hoping that the latter three meant the most to them anyway.