I told the dirty dishes piled in the sink to quit their complaining…….I’d see to them later. The baby was hushed up and sent downstairs to play with the big boys. My clean, dry towels could just go ahead and stay in the dryer for the moment. All of the necessary duties of a mom were put on hold.
I was making a memory.
Snuggled on the couch with my first-grader, I had to peer around little blonde curls to the reader in our lap. Clear blue eyes looked up at me for reassurance as she started reading. A is for ant. B is for bat. C is for……. She didn’t know how sweet she looked as she pointed her dainty finger over every little word. How grown-up she sounded as she triumphantly sounded out a word after trying 3 times. And her beautiful smile I’ve tucked away in my heart.
Someday she’ll have flown free and I’ll take out that memory as I snuggle on the couch once more.
Thank You, God, for little girls. For ribbons and curls. Thank You for tea parties and baby dolls. For dress-up days and tiny aprons. Thank You for the innocence of a six-year-old and the newness of learning to read for the very first time.
Thank You, Lord, for the chance to see life through a child’s eyes once again.