fairy tale castle
I lay next to her small frame, her hand playing with the drawstring on my pants as she chatters about her day.
"Mama? Mama?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Mama, I really want to play Fairy Tale castle with you tomorrow. I just-- I just feel like I need mama-lydie time. Mama? Did you hear me?"
"Yes, I did..." I smile in the darkness as I smooth the hair on top of her head. Even at bedtime, her mind is whirring. And I just want to be quiet. Rest. "I would love to play with you tomorrow, sweetie." I think about tomorrow-- making breakfast, changing diapers, cleaning up the kitchen, rushing to start a load of laundry, pulling a brush through my hair, splashing water on my face, sitting down to do school, and on and on...now when do I play Fairy Tale castle?
I remember once being told that we make time for what is important. Many things in my life carry a certain urgency-- A stinky diaper needs to be changed right away. hungry tummies need filling.
Yet what is true? "Seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all of these things will be added to you as well." (Matthew 6:31). Do I believe that?
Spending time with God can be pushed aside. It can be avoided. Skipped. My powers of procrastination can effectively whittle down time with the Lord to the husks at the bottom of my time barrel. The last five minutes of my day-- "I'll just go to sleep in prayer, Lord!"
What is important in my life competes with the urgent and if I'm not tracking this, all that is important gets pushed aside, trampled on and left on the outskirts of my day.
I don't want to look back on an empty room and regret that I did not fight for more mama-lydie time. Will I look back and be satisfied that laundry was always done, rooms were dust-free? Not a chance. My girl's days flow swiftly into the next seasons-- and I want to cherish these moments of younger girlhood. They are so precious, just like every season I've experienced up until now.
So I will play fairy tale castle tomorrow, though it may nudge aside a load of laundry. Maybe we'll even get a tea party in after school.
#30 another round of cool, windy days
#31 an unexpected extra day with Steve before he left for his second trip
#32 a gently used, beautiful new dining room table
#33 grandpa sitting next to abigail as they share a cup of cheerios
#34 watching a manatee do backflips in the water
#35 finally putting pictures up on my walls
#36 seeing evelyn's tile at the hospital garden
#37 mugga mugga with the kids
#38 cozy couch time
#39 nathanael offering to push abigail in her stroller
"Mama? Mama?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Mama, I really want to play Fairy Tale castle with you tomorrow. I just-- I just feel like I need mama-lydie time. Mama? Did you hear me?"
"Yes, I did..." I smile in the darkness as I smooth the hair on top of her head. Even at bedtime, her mind is whirring. And I just want to be quiet. Rest. "I would love to play with you tomorrow, sweetie." I think about tomorrow-- making breakfast, changing diapers, cleaning up the kitchen, rushing to start a load of laundry, pulling a brush through my hair, splashing water on my face, sitting down to do school, and on and on...now when do I play Fairy Tale castle?
I remember once being told that we make time for what is important. Many things in my life carry a certain urgency-- A stinky diaper needs to be changed right away. hungry tummies need filling.
Yet what is true? "Seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all of these things will be added to you as well." (Matthew 6:31). Do I believe that?
Spending time with God can be pushed aside. It can be avoided. Skipped. My powers of procrastination can effectively whittle down time with the Lord to the husks at the bottom of my time barrel. The last five minutes of my day-- "I'll just go to sleep in prayer, Lord!"
What is important in my life competes with the urgent and if I'm not tracking this, all that is important gets pushed aside, trampled on and left on the outskirts of my day.
I don't want to look back on an empty room and regret that I did not fight for more mama-lydie time. Will I look back and be satisfied that laundry was always done, rooms were dust-free? Not a chance. My girl's days flow swiftly into the next seasons-- and I want to cherish these moments of younger girlhood. They are so precious, just like every season I've experienced up until now.
So I will play fairy tale castle tomorrow, though it may nudge aside a load of laundry. Maybe we'll even get a tea party in after school.
#30 another round of cool, windy days
#31 an unexpected extra day with Steve before he left for his second trip
#32 a gently used, beautiful new dining room table
#33 grandpa sitting next to abigail as they share a cup of cheerios
#34 watching a manatee do backflips in the water
#35 finally putting pictures up on my walls
#36 seeing evelyn's tile at the hospital garden
#37 mugga mugga with the kids
#38 cozy couch time
#39 nathanael offering to push abigail in her stroller
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