This idea. This project.
Day 2 and I’m on high alert. I’m examining each notable moment. Am I loving this? I am! Is this moment so great? It really is! This inner dialect occurred repeatedly.
There are so many great moments. Frames too quick to catch on camera but still so palpable to my heart’s touch.
I’ve failed to see them. I’m rushing. To get to the next practice. To get the last page of homework done. To get these kids to bed on time. To get to work. If I can just finish A, B, C or D…. Then I can sit back and be present in the future moments.
Fast forward to when it will finally be convenient; the right time for me. Ok, I’m ready! Here I am. In the moment. I’m paying attention now. I have that time those precious moments have been begging me for!
Dusky Dream, I’m very sorry to tell you this. You’re too late.
Your kids are grown. Your dogs, dead for years. Your person. Your love. Your dude. He’s either long gone physically. Or mentally.
Time doesn’t stop. And neither have I. But, instead of rushing my visit with my dad tonight, we stayed a lot longer. Instead of going through the drive-thru for dinner tonight, we went inside; just me and my 3 kids. Instead of becoming lost in the wonderland of social media tonight at my son’s practice, I watched him doing what he loves the most.
My dad and my son are best friends. My father lives for him. They LOVE to talk about history. Tonight, they talked for about an hour about wars, rulers, countries, effects, interesting facts, you name it. My dad has been in a rehab facility, for months. His health and his progress changes daily. Tonight, he was on! 100%! I can’t explain the joy I felt. I believe my oldest felt it too. Here they are, catching up on their historical gossip.
To whomever is responsible for this (God- if they end up determining one exists, the doctors, the nurses, the medications, St. Joseph Hospital, my mom, my brother Chad) I am grateful to you today. This night has issued my son another page in his memory book of a moment between him and his Papa. I am so grateful.
In the end, what we take with us isn’t what we were able to accomplish in a day, how many activities we can jam our kids into to ensure they’re “well-rounded,” or how much money we can bring home. What we will take with us are the consequential moments that left an imprint in our hearts, transporting us right back to that place, that smell, that feeling, that feeling.
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