LIving in the Moments....
The other day my daughter sent me an essay that was written by Anne Quindlen about being a Mom. I had read it before and I think that I even blogged about it once before on my MySpace site. Here is an excerpt from it ... the changes in blue are mine.
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing
this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that
the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the
three of them sitting at a playground in New Hampshire on a crisp Fall day...
ages 9,7 and 5. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and
what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they
slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next
thing: dinner, bath, book, prayers, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and
the getting it done a little less.
Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and what
was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they
would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they simply
grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back
off and let them be. They also became who they were meant to be because we entrusted their lives to their Heavenly Father. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense,
matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I
wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more
than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books never told
me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts.
It just took me a while to figure out who the experts is... God is in control.
My best advice ... pray for them, pray for yourselves as you are going through the parenting years and pray with them. Teach them the importance of "being on your knees."
A few blogs ago I wrote about how friends often ask me "how I do it?" Some, I know think that I am crazy to be "giving up my life" to watch my grandson. I feel that watching Markey is God's greater purpose for this season of my life. Yes, there are lots of things that I could be doing... things that would generate additional income for us...etc; but would any of them be as rewarding? NO. My husband and I would not be the people that we are today had we not had grandmothers willing to take care of us in our lives.
The other night after Jenny had sent me the essay by Anne Quindlen I sent her my response to it and this is what she sent me....
I hope that Blake and Marky love me as much as I love you when they are my age. I am thankful for you even though I don’t always say it. I was watching you yesterday w/ the boys and thinking how very lucky my boys are to have a great Gram. Thanks for all you do for them and us –
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Love... it is the most important ingredient!


