Lessons from my Daughter: Cherished Moments

It’s amazing how much a 10 month old can teach you about life.

I usually measure my days in terms of productivity and completed tasks. I’m a “to-do list” kind of girl and I thrive off of deadlines, projects, goals, and being busy.

But today…..was possibly one of the best days of my life.

I didn’t get anything done.

Not a single task that I wanted to complete was checked off.

Today, my little girl stole my heart (for the millionth time).

Her laughter, smiles, and pure cuteness made me forget about everything I needed to get done.
In fact, she made me realize how trivial those tasks really are. I put too much weight on being “productive” and “efficient” and I forget how to just be.

Being present.

That’s what my daughter taught me today.

And it was one of the best days of my life. There was pure joy and freedom. Nothing was burdensome about just playing with my daughter.

As simple as it was…it was perfect.

Then, after all the playing and laughing was done and it was time to bed…she taught me yet another lesson.

As I rocked her to sleep and put her in her crib, she kept waking up and fussing. She would look at me with her big, beautiful eyes and spread her arms open at me…waiting for me to pick her up.

This happened a few times and I began to get a little irritated, thinking “AvaMarie…we had a great day, and now it’s time for bed, why won’t you go to sleep?”

It took me an extra half hour of rocking her to get her to sleep.

But in the half hour, AvaMarie stole my heart again.

My irritation quickly changed to hundreds of emotions of love, joy, and sadness.

Love and joy…because I don’t think there is anything closer to heaven than having a baby fall asleep in your arms.

Sadness…because I realized that my little baby is growing up every day. Today she didn’t want me to leave her in her crib. She wanted me. She begged for me to hold her with her wide open arms. The day is quickly approaching when she won’t want me to tuck her in. She won’t need me to rock her to sleep. And on that day I’m going to wish with all my heart that I cherished these moments a little more.

So today, and hopefully tomorrow, and the next day….I won’t count the minutes it takes to rock her to sleep. I won’t be upset when my task list goes a few extra days uncompleted. I won’t take this time for granted….

because I can already feel it slipping away.

Thank you AvaMarie…for giving me glimpses of heaven and filling my life with joy. Thank you for reminding me that life is not about being efficient and productive…but about enjoying the people you love. I love you….and I will always cherish these moments.

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3 thoughts on “Lessons from my Daughter: Cherished Moments

  1. Hi again young momma, and God bless you! You know, I’ve suspected it for sometime, but now I’m thoroughly convinced: you’re not really a young, 20 something single mom; you’re an 80 yo grandmother, masquerading as a young mom. There is simply no other explanation for the profound messages of pure love that you are able to verbalize so beautifully and share with the rest of us. It would require 80 years of grandmotherly living to assimilate this kind of ineffable wisdom. Oh wait, there is one other possible explanation: you have been touched by the hand of God! I keep forgetting that.

    Hug that little baby, and when you’re all done, hug her one more time!

    Stay true, and keep writing, teaching, and inspiting the rest of us.

    Dick Keaton

  2. Dick said it so well – your words are so full of wisdom and inspiration that it is hard to imagine you as a 20 something. Thank you for sharing – 🙂

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