As the rooms in my home empty one by one, I am soberly reminded of the brevity of life. When my children were born countless people told me to enjoy every moment with them because time would race by. At each milestone in their lives thus far, I have thought of those precious people and their priceless advice.
As we drove away from dropping our second child off at college, the tears flowed freely down my face as I thought of the little girl who would no longer come and cuddle in my bed with me.
[Tweet “Life was changing and I had to, once again, either go with the flow or sink under it.”]
I briefly recalled the first day of kindergarten and so many firsts in between. It was like a movie reel was playing in my mind.
I have loved every season in my children’s lives. Some more than others. And I love this season as well.
It’s just all the changes that are difficult.
All the goodbyes that are painful. All of my “mommy muscles” are being stretched and pulled in directions that are so uncomfortable.
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If I didn’t know and believe that He had a plan and a purpose for my daughter far greater than anything I could imagine, I would not have been able to walk away and leave her so many miles from home.
When I walked past her empty bedroom this morning — well, to be honest it was not empty. It is only missing her. There are countless items all over the bed and floor. The poor castaways that did not make the “college cut.” Anyway, I again felt weepy as I looked in her room and was reminded that she was not there.
I guess I am feeling melancholy today. The truth is, when we were dropping my daughter off, my husband and I narrowly missed having a fatal accident. We were inches away from being careened by a semi driving at least 60 miles per hour. That experience got me thinking. When I said goodbye to my boys at home, I didn’t hug them like it would be my last hug. When we left my daughter in her dorm room while we went in search of our hotel, I didn’t tell her that I loved her one more time before I walked out that door.
I took it for granted that I would have many, many more moments with all of them.
That semi coming at us was a sober reminder that life is short and I don’t know when I will be called home. It got me thinking that I should not take one moment with anyone I love for granted.
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I guess I am writing, moms, to remind us to enjoy every moment.
Even the hard ones. As I thought of my daughter, I was eternally grateful that my goodbye was just for a brief time. I was again sobered by the thought of those parents who lose their children and have to cope with a goodbye until eternity. I can’t imagine anything more painful. But I also know that if my Savior ever called me to walk through something like that, He would also equip me to do so.
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So moms, hug your kids a bit longer today. Tomorrow really does not have any guarantees. They will grow up. They will move away. And life will keep changing for all of us. God’s got an amazing plan. Find the joy in every season and live each moment the way God wants us to . . . “in all these things put on love.”
If there is love in every season, you will feel God’s peace and His joy, no matter how many rooms in your house are empty!