My life, this past week, can be summed up in one word; crying. Lots of crying. Both of the boys have spent the better part of this week hanging on my legs and crying. I’ve given up trying to think of reasons (teething? getting sick? manipulating?) and have simply surrendered my sanity. Yesterday, when I looked at them both laying on the floor sobbing; I was sorely tempted to join them. Later on that day, I put them in their car seats and headed to Walmart, and I realized that for the first time I was hearing nothing….just silence. I thought to myself, “What would happen if I just drove around until their Dad comes home?”.
This morning when he pulled at my hand and said, “Mommy come sit and play with me.”. I decided that was an excellent idea.
As I sat on the floor with them, I started remembering. I remembered that I really do like my children. I remembered to be thankful that their problems are still simple. No problem is so big, that a snuggle with a blanket in mommy’s lap, won’t fix it. It won’t always be that way. I reminded myself that they are small only for a short time.
It isn’t an easy thing; living today with the future in mind. To really understand that even these hard days, will one day be missed. I have to remind myself, that the things I do each day are molding and shaping them into the people they will become.
It is hard to live with my feet planted on the ground but my mind pointed towards heaven. I am not home yet. I am a traveler; I need to travel light.
But as it is, they desired a better country, that is a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be their God; for He has prepared a city for them. Hebrews 11:16