I recently had one of those {rare} moments that I think we all share as mothers….
maybe even as parents.
I watched my boys walk into school together after dropping them off at the side gate.
Ryan paused and waited for Seth as he got his backpack placed properly on his shoulders.
They walked into school, side-by-side, chatting and sharing what appeared to be a quiet laugh.
The sun glistened upon them showing off their auburn hair…
you could clearly tell they were brothers.
As I watched them….
for only mere seconds {as I had to keep moving with cars behind me},
I had that “moment” I just mentioned.
It was as if time slowed down and I was able to be completely present and focused on my boys.
I gazed at my children from someone else’s eyes….
not as their mother who was concerned about them getting to school on time,
or the crazy woman I was a bit earlier as I frantically packed their lunches
and prepared four different varieties of breakfast…
I was outside of my body, looking in at my boys from someone else’s vantage point
{perhaps from my subconscious}.
As I drove off, I prayed that God would imprint that precious image of them into my brain.
That He would help me remember their innocence and sweetness at that very moment.
That I could soak it all in and marinade in that feeling of being truly present.
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Life has a way of consuming us and passing by too quickly.
Memories seem to get muddled and blend together.
It gets harder and harder to remember specific details of ordinary days
and special events as the days and years pass.
So, I hold on tightly to what I can…
to those everyday, routine moments that flash before my eyes.
I pray….
and silently BEG that they will stay little longer….
that I can continue to hold them in my arms…
carry them around…
tickle them…
gobble them up with my kisses…
and encourage them with my gentle words.
That they will always look up to me and be proud that I am their mama.
That they won’t shy away from my kisses good-bye and my prayers as they drift off into sleep.
That they will always look at me with love in their eyes
as they tell me I am the best mama in the whole world….
I’m holding on…
and grasping tightly to what I can.
Trying hard to remember to breathe it all in…
and be ever so present so I don’t miss these moments…
