On our walk today, he found some rocks. Then he started stacking them. Then he knocked them over. He looked up and noticed me watching, so he said,
"Look, mom they stack... and they're muddy... really muddy! Yucky!!!! And they go crash, and can cut, cut, cut. Mom.... can you hold them in your pocket for me?"
And what did I do? Well... I put them in my pocket, of course. I walked along, feeling the weight and muddiness of them, marvelling at the differences between my daughter and son. I was remembering her when she was three, then it hit me. This would be the very last December that he will be three. Next year, walking along that same path in December, he will be four. He will have changed. He will have grown, just like she has.
I made a pact with myself right then to continue reminding myself to savor every minute that I can.
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Oh, good one. I have no daughter to compare to, but I'm daily amazed and overwhelmed by my boys-- in both enriching and challenging ways. It's hard, isn't it?
Yes, savory every moment. I homeschooled mine and had so many wonderful moments but still time pasted. They are now 25, 21, 19, & 15. Lots of fun new experiences but not the same as a walk with a little 3 year old. Happy Holidays.
Wonderful thoughts! Thanks for reminding us to savor each moment.
I always try to savor. Sometimes I forget to drop what I'm doing and just be.
Beautifully said. I often find myself longing to hit a freeze-frame button throughout the day with my little ones -- especially during hectic holiday times when less important things try to pull my focus from what really matters. A walk with a child always puts things in perspective for me--it's a cure-all of sorts, isn't it?
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