So. Much. Gratitude. For this awesome son of mine. For a simple date with him playing games under the shade of a tree in the park. For being in the picture Propping up the camera and figuring out the timer to capture us both was his idea
Have you ever thought about how you’d spend your days with your children if you knew that they were limited? I have already lost several friends who left this earth, and their children, far too early. And I have friends who’ve endured the unimaginable loss of a child. I’m trying my best to honor those beautiful people and those losses by living and parenting with a deep gratitude for the privilege of time with my loved ones.
The reality is that none of us are guaranteed a tomorrow with our little humans. Even if we are lucky enough to live long lives along side them. Their job is to grow up and away from us. Our job is to help them do it. Our time with our children is a precious commodity.
I try to keep that awareness in mind when I’m making decisions about how we spend our days and what commitments are worth our time. I feel incredibly blessed to be able to homeschool my children. It means that I have a lot of say in how our time is spent and I get to be with them the majority of the time. But we live in a culture of busyness and it can feel uncomfortable and counterintuitive to simplify and to say no. And quantity and quality are not the same thing. I catch myself getting bogged down in the day to day work of parenting, teaching, home making. And I realize that I’m not always taking the time to actually engage and actually PLAY with my kids. It’s not always easy to be fully present, fully aware and fully appreciative. The dishes are calling, and so is the school work, and the meal prep, and then it’s on to extra curricular activities.
I am always trying to ask myself, will the kiddos remember if our house is rarely sparkling clean? I doubt it. But I bet they’ll remember that I said yes to games of soccer, running through the sprinklers and playing tag. I ask myself, if I knew my days with my children were numbered would we sit around the table fretting over checking off every school assignment in a pre-ordained