~That same princess gone pirate: clothes covered with dirt, climbing the cottonwood tree in our backyard with big brother's ninja sword clutched in her teeth...
~Under pursuit by Caleb, who was armed with two buddies and a ball of yarn, yelling, "Tie her up! Don't let her escape!"
~Going in this morning to wake up that same little wild man, brushing back his shaggy I-want-to-grow-my-hair-out hair, and catching a glimpse of my baby still in there, gently smiling...
At least a couple of times a year, I become aware (sometimes painfully!) of having fallen into a default mode of hurried living. Of frantic doing. Of staring into a day (or even afternoon) at home with my children with fear. Fear of having to shake off that grown-up mode of planning and doing, and enter their carefree world of playing and being.... Well, I thank God that at least once in a while He gives me that awareness. I thank Him that today, although there is still a ring around my tub and a list of errands a mile long, when Ashley the Polly Pocket broke her leg riding horses, and when Ariel and Eric ran off to get married at the castle, I had the privilege of being there.
2 comments:
Yes, Carrie, those memories are what we will remember when they are all grown up! The other "chores" aren't really important. You taught me a lesson today!
Kim
oh that is so true!!! i went to the mops convention this weekend and was reminded how important the "little" moments with my children are. TIME. TO. SLOW. DOWN.
oh and Eric and Ariel got married in our house this week too! it is a small world!
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