The other night I came across this sweet photo.
It was taken about 3 1/2 years ago. and it made me a little sad. Cause my little boy, isn’t that little baby anymore. And he never will be again.
I had to take a minute and recognize that every moment counts. When I’m frustrated with my kids because they are acting up, I have to remember that someday I’ll wish they were there to correct. When I’m worn out cause my house still isn’t clean, I have to remember that one day it will be perfectly clean, and I’ll wish the kids were there to mess it up a little. When I have spent an hour on kindergarten homework and I want to scream, I have to remember that one day soon, my little guy will be in college and I’ll wish I could help him with his homework.
I realized something else. I want my kids to remember the now when they are grown. I don’t want them to remember that I was frustrated or worn out, I want their memories to be that we were happy, had lots of fun and looked at every day as an adventure. I want them to remember that they were loved, cherished, supported and encouraged every step of the way.
Psalm 118:24 says 24 This is the day the LORD has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it.
I want my children to live by this scripture. I want them to know that every day is a gift from God and we can rejoice in it!