One Day

Reposting from the October 2009 archives. Because it spoke to me. And maybe made me a little teary-eyed at the quick passing of time. I'm thankful I documented this, because otherwise I would never remember.

One day, he'll eat his sandwich like a normal boy. With the layers still together, not torn apart and inspected first. Inspected for what, I am not sure.

One day, so will she.

 One day, there will be no sticky hands to wipe or crumbs to sweep up from the floor. There will be no shirts to change because there!is!jelly!on!it! There will not be five loads of laundry to do a day.

One day, phrases like "For every answer you get right, you may sing your favorite song at the top of your lungs" won't ever leave my mouth.

One day, in fact, I probably won't even remember I ever said phrases like that.

One day, "Please go think about how you treat your sister" will be a sentence of the past.

So will crying. One day, there will be no tears to wipe. Or tiny hineys, for that matter. There will be no blankets to pick up for naps that have been carelessly left behind the sofa. And there will be no more part of our day carved out for "nap time."

One day, they will no longer be six and almost three. They will be much too big to want to take baths together. Or with friends.

One day, it might not make my day to see two siblings being so sweet to each other.

And one day, it will be gone too soon. And I will miss it. All of it.

So today, I am thankful for the mess, the fingerprints on the windows, the boo boos to kiss, the tears to wipe away, the teachable moments, the lunches to fix, the crumbs to sweep, the blankets that must be found for naptime. For sleeping toddlers and reading six year olds, for songs sung at the top of lungs, for schoolwork done neatly, for shoes piled by the door and thea stack of cars in the corner of the kitchen that I've tripped over three times.  

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance......" Ecclesiastes 3:2

And so God has called me to this season, this season of challenges and joys, of highs and lows. Some days, I could look at it as my season to weep, or my season to be frustrated or overwhelmed. But one day, this season will be gone.

Instead, I think it's my season to dance.

Won't you dance with me?

Comments

[Ashley Lee]

I'm dancing with ya sista!
Wow! That post is a great reminder of not wanting to let these days pass by all too quickly. Thanks for the sweet words that make up my days too and to truly be grateful for each moment of them because...one day it will be gone too soon. And I will miss it. All of it!

[Renee]

Thanks for the reminder to enjoy being right in the middle of this passing season!