Seasons

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.  ~Charles R. Swindoll, The Strong Family

“Why are you crying, Mama?”

I laughed a light laugh and wiped the streaming tears from my cheeks.  “You know this book always makes me cry.”   My daughter was reading the book, “Love You Forever” right before bed last night.  It’s a favorite book of ours, but I can never read it without crying, so my daughter thought it would be better if she would read it out loud instead.

It was not.  I still cried.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the book, it’s about the intense love between a mother and her children.  And, how in this mother’s later years, the adult son cares for the mother with the same tenderness that she cared for him through out his life – and, then continues to pass on the legacy of tender care to his own children.  It’s an incredibly touching book.

It makes me think about the different seasons in our lives.  Right now, my children are school age.  We are busy with homework, sports, friends, SpongeBob and preparing for puberty.  But, it wasn’t so long ago that we were busy with learning to walk, potty training and teaching that biting others was not appropriate.  And, I know it won’t be long before we will be preparing for college and moving them out of my home.

It all goes so fast.

I’m often so focused on the future and getting to the next thing that I have to literally stop and remind myself to be in the moment … particularly with my children.  They are only little people for a season.  They are my beautiful little treasures, and only with me for a little while.

This book reminds me to stop and enjoy the moment.  Enjoy the season.

After she finished the story, my daughter asked me again why I cry when I read the book.  “It reminds me how much we love our children, all of our lives and how time passes so quickly.  And, how important family is.”

She seemed satisfied with my answer that time and closed the book.  She gave me a kiss on my cheek, a big hug and said, “I love you, Mama.”

(sigh)

These are surely the moments I will remember the most, and I want to be in the habit of being “present” and soaking it all up with gratitude.