It really is the little things that make life special, isn’t it? This morning, I got up early to make a snack for Eric’s preschool. I made a cake, since tomorrow is his birthday. I got the cake in the oven, the fire lit & had settled in for some quiet moments before the kids got out of bed.
All of a sudden, the bedroom door burst open, and little feet came tearing down the hallway. It was Nathan, no doubt, greeting the morning as he always does, with exuberance. He stumbled a bit in the bright light and climbed up into my lap with a mumbled “Hi mommy”.
Nathan has always been my cuddly boy but lately he hasn’t been in the habit of settling in for a snuggle. But on this cold December morning, when I was feeling just a bit sucky that my babies are growing up, he nuzzled in & let me hold him for a very long time.
It reminded me of Karen Kingsbury’s “Let Me Hold You Longer“. How often, if we’d known it was the last time, would we have held on, just that little bit more? How often do we only recognize, too late, that we missed our chance to cuddle, say I love you, push a swing or wave to the school bus just once more?
If today was the last time Nathan ever climbs into my lap, I am satisfied that today, I paid attention. I held on to that little bit of “little boy” that he still is and simply enjoyed spending time with him. There were a hundred other things I could have been doing instead, but what is more important?
Take a moment today. The dishes can wait. Decide what’s really important in your life & hold it, just a little longer.