Instead of holding onto moments, I hurriedly rush by and move onto the next...
How I long to cherish these sacred times, instead of whizzing by in a hurried and frantic frenzy rushing to pick up and drop off...
Pushing the pedal to arrive promptly to the next sporting event or piano practice.
Oh but what a cherished treasure....
A gift that has been granted to me from up above, in the form of these three beings who look up to me and yearn for my approval...for my acceptance...for my love.
And in return as hard and grueling as it may sometimes be, I am grateful from a place down deep for these three sacred beings who are the best gift any mama could ever ask for...
2 comments:
Nice blog. You might like this poem about life being a gift. http://caroleschatter.blogspot.co.nz/2011/11/marge-piercy-poem-that-appealed-to-me.html
Oh, I agree Emily. It's all too easy to get caught up in life and lose appreciation, without even realizing it, for the gifts we have. But those cherished treasures keep turning our hearts back to gratitude, don't they?
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