I sat with the sand between my toes last week, watching my kids tumble in a pile across the beach on a lazy vacation day. It was the first time in years that I can remember being able to read my own book while they played amongst themselves, happily. My eyes wandered a lot, to them, and their growing, tumbling, sand-covered bodies, fearlessly conquering the waves of the Atlantic.
Headfirst dives, grinning as they emerged dripping with sea water, seaweed and sand. I joined them often through the day, holding hands and jumping the waves in the pounding surf, rough from the storm headed toward us. What a gift we have, this ability to mark time, and sear it into our memories, of those ages, and stages of our little ones lives.
What a gift to be in the sunshine with our beautiful blessings. I pray, little mama, that you have abundant times of playing with your little ones this summer before the season changes. I believe I’ll be able to read my books a lot more often, but I realize, that my play time with them is short, and my time for me will be stretched out before me like that beach, one day, with not a little one in sight to watch over. Be grateful, mamas. Enjoy!
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