Grasp- a mother’s memories

The memories of their sweet voices are fading in my head. The sounds that used to make me insane sometimes, are the same things that make me nod dreamily in remembrance.

The children I love so dearly are growing up. Two teenagers. Don’t get me wrong, I love each day with them now! But their childhood went so fast.

The days that were full of sticky kisses, chasing each other endlessly and collapsing into giggles, fort building and bedtime stories are done.

I grasp to remember each detail, I don’t want to forget anything.

Of course, I will, because each day is rich with new experiences.

I loved mothering my precious children. No one told me how desperately I would try to keep these last years from slipping away too quickly. Details now become sharper, in clear focus.

I have said goodbye to past years with longing and don’t want to get so stuck there I miss the now. The here

The hugs of kids taller than me. The laughter of young adults capable of witty conversation and humor.The delight when they surprise me with service instead of requiring every moment devoted to them.

The appreciation they have for my future dreams.

I want to grasp today and say goodbye to the past, gracefully.

Thankfully.

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.”
Psalm 127:3