Small bodies gather around the table and spoon warm oatmeal to fill the hungry places. We eat and talk as the oldest pounds out a rousing Russian military march on the piano. And I smile. It’s Monday again. It’s time to jump back into routine after two days off. I sit and ponder over the weeks menu plan between the talk and the eating. I come up with nary a meal to put on my list before I’m up running water in my bowl and wiping down the counter.
Piano music still floats through the house as the rest of my children head toward their bedrooms to make their beds, pick up and get dressed for the day. I’m left to think quietly for a moment. And I see the good in this Monday morning.
Running feet pounding up the stairs and a bit of sibling rivalry floats to my ears. I stop my youngest son who seems bent on teasing his sister and gently reprimand. I turn him around and send him out the door. The hens are waiting.
It’s a Monday like any other Monday we have spent over the past 11 years of homeschooling, but hard, soul searching events have come upon our family causing me to treasure these moments even more closely; skewing how I perceive all that is around me.
I need to look deeply, to cherish the childish, because all too soon and oh so easily it can be stripped away.
Growing up is hard and full of choices, decisions, and ultimately consequences.
Our days and my outlook will never be the same.
But, God is gracious and He is good, a keeper of promises. And He’s showing me the importance of prayer, patience, and trusting in Him. He’s guiding me to an even deeper relationship with him and with my children.
Because time is fleeting…. it has to be now.