Happy belated 4th of July! I would have written last night, but we got in late from the fireworks and I chose bed over blog...
With all the recent talk of why kids, when kids, how kids, etc., I feel it necessary to share a slice of last night with you. We traveled down to a ballpark in Mansfield to share the 4th with some dear friends of ours and their kids- we had a fantastic time. We spent hours playing, goofing, and running around on the fields, and then we sat down on our blankets and fold up chairs in order to watch the fireworks.
I had the privilege of having , for just a few brief moments during the show, every child in group seated by me, ooh-ing and aah-ing over the lights and sounds. I was able to see it all through their eyes, the pinks-greens-whites-blues, and well, nothing is more amazing than having two 3 year olds leaning against your arms, two five year olds sitting close by, and an 18 month old on your lap, all vying for your attention, your hugs, your comments while they sit in awe of the sky above.
Imagine the baby touching your face and looking at you with each "wow", the 3 year olds patting your arm and asking you, non-stop, if you saw this one or that one, the 5 year olds telling you "how cool" each display was....and now contemplate how overwhelming it is to know that, for those few brief moments, you are their touchstone, their line between the earth and the sky. You are their answers, their sounding board, their comfort, their pillow...Imagine no other sound but the children and the fireworks, no other moment but the one you are in; picture yourself completely immersed in the knowledge that you are a part of their memory, their experience.
If only it was possible to carry that moment with you...for those times when you want to do or say those things to your children, the ones you know you regret the second after they occur. If only you could take out that moment, look at it as a reminder of just how important you are to them ALL the time. If only, if only...
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