Sitting here at my computer this morning, I do so with a very squirmy three-year-old. Jackson has decided that simply being in the same room with me is not enough. He needs to be pressed up, hands and feet on my waist and in my face kind of close to me. Currently, he is leaning over my shoulder with his arms squeezing my neck. This, of course, is not very conducive to typing, but who can resist “Mama, I wanna sit wiff you?” My heart melts.
Moments like this I try hard to capture and freeze in my mind like a photograph. Moms who have gone before me have warned, time and time again, that this season will be gone in a flash. How true. Just last night I was looking at pictures taken at a photo shoot right after Sydney was born almost seven years ago. Tiny hands and curled up toes, her mouth opening up with a yawn (or maybe she was rooting around for her milk – she sure loved mealtime). Precious memories, evidence of God’s miraculous answer to a long awaited prayer.
And so today, rather than fill a page with deep thoughts, funny stories, and motherly musings, I’m going to put my computer away for a while and sit with my son. I’m going to cherish this human jungle gym feeling, tuck it away in my heart, and hold it like a worn black and white photo before it is lost forever. With my face cupped in the sticky hands of my son as he whispers, “Mama, I love you,” I realize this is my moment to let time stand still…and I’m going to do just that.
Friday’s Free Advice: If it can wait until later, or even tomorrow, let it go and embrace the time you have with the ones you love…especially if their bodies are dangling from your shoulders with their cheeks mashed against yours.
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