Sacred moments

In these last days of parenting my children, I am reminding myself to see each moment as something stolen from the Time Thief. Each conversation, each laugh-filled moment, each silent time is something that will never come again.

Each young man is taller than me, one has a beard, their voices are so deep, arms so strong. It is easy to forget that they need moments to stop being grown up and just be a child safe in his parents’ home. Like a small child crawls into a parent’s lap at the end of the day, these young men come to touch base. To find comfort, to find grounding like an errant electrical charge, they seek centering in their lives.

As a parent these moments become sacred. No dirty dish in the kitchen, no lost sock to wash, nothing is more important than spending time with our sons. I remember the days when it seemed like they would stay small forever. The endless days of toys strewn in the living room, new discoveries, tired, dirty boys ready for the tub each night. A mom stretched so far.

In a heartbeat, a flash, I would be back to those days. I would tell myself to treasure each day, to take more pictures, to have more fun, and leave the dishes for later. I would remind myself that the house would be clean after the boys were gone. I would miss the toys scattered during play.

I would record the silly laughter and the stories they would create.

I would remember that each day with my children is sacred. As God’s image-bearers (Genesis 1:27) they are unique, special, amazing, talented, priceless treasures and no amount of anything would replace the moment I was in with them.

O Best Beloved,  if your house is messy, if your kids are small, stop worry about what other’s will think if it doesn’t look like Martha lives there. Be more like Mary, sit on the floor, sing silly songs, build joy, encourage their gifts, celebrate their victories, and support their trials (Luke 10:38-42).

We as parents have been charged to pour into our children the very things God pours into us daily. Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness and Self-Control (Galatians 5:22-23). No one else will teach our children the way we will, no matter what kind of diplomas and certificates hang on their wall.

Dear Ones, embrace your sacred times. They will never return.


About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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