Every moment and every breath is a moment in our past. Have you ever had a moment that was so dear to you that you knew immediately that you would remember it forever. Most of the time we are running around ragged trying to get things done or to get somewhere on time that we don't experience the fullness of every moment. We are all guilty of it. It would be weird for us not to be - that is what makes these moments so special. Well, I had a brief moment today that caught my attention and this brief still in my life will be carried with me forever.
I'll try to explain it but it won't seem significant to you. But, if you are a mom you know what I am talking about.
So there I was on my computer checking email, of course. Nolan was sitting on the potty and Addison was crawling in the den at my feet. Suddenly, Nolan comes into the den naked. As you may already know a three-years-old must remove all articles of clothing to make a poop in the potty. I wonder why that is? Well, anyway, my naked Nolan comes into the room pouting, "I want hugs, mom. Mom I want big hugs." So I get on the floor and hug him tight. He proceeds to tackle me to the ground, hugging me tighter and pinning me on my back. So we lay their hugging; my son on top of me, my left arm hugging him back while my right arm lay flat on the ground extended out straight and long. Moments later Addison crawls up and snuggles her butt inside the angle of my body, resting her head gently on my right shoulder and like a puppy dog petting herself against my right arm so that I would include her in the hug. And so my moment happened. We all lay on the floor snuggling together safe and sound. I will never ever forget that hug.
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I know exactly what you mean about the moments in time. I recall some very significant moments in my life that have made a major difference. Like the time I said we were waiting to have that second child till we could afford it, and a coworker said, "You never will - so do you want another child or not?" Now we have three, and somehow we get by.
I had a moment Sunday morning. We have been spending a lot of time in PA with my dying father. He was placed on a ventilator last Wed. and his kidneys are failing, yet he did not want dialysis, so his days are definitely numbered. I took along a book of Bible readings for troubled times since it is small and slim to fit in my purse. Sunday morning, child number two asks, "Are you going to read the Bible to Grandpa again today?" I replied that I was planning on it (keep in mind he is mostly unresponsive, though he opens his eyes to his grandkids). She proceeds to open the bedside drawer in the hotel room, pulls out the Gideon Bible, hands it to me, and says, "Then I think you should read the whole thing."
Bless the child - yes, the whole thing if I could. I don't ever want to forget her simple faith - and I crave it for myself.
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