We sit together on the couch and she starts playing with my hair. Stroking it with her tiny fingers. She leans in close and whispers how beautiful I am.
Laughing I shoot and miss. Again. With a black controller in my hand I tell him how good he is at this game. He beams and patiently shows me once again- ‘A’ is to pass. ‘X’ is to slide. ‘B’ is to shoot.
She comes alongside me as I prepare dinner. She asks to help and smiles wide when I tell her to pull up a chair. Together we put this and that into the pot. Together we serve.
She waits for me in her bed with a book in her hand. I curl up beside her and she starts to read. Some words come easily, others she takes her time to sound out. With each one her confidence grows and I get to share in her joy.
Tiny everyday miracles. Moments I try hard not to take for granted.
His hair falling wild across his forehead.
Her sweet giggles as I sing her our bedtime song.
The way her socks are always mismatched.
How she’ll hug my waist and rest her head against me.
His love for his baby sister.
The bracelets they make me.
The bubbles in the bath.
The wind blown hair.
The silly songs.
The laughter.
The tears.
As a mom, I am given these tiny miracles.
They are my gift.
Every. Single. Day.
Even on hard days….
Tomorrow will be one of those hard days. April 13th will mark 22 years since I lost my mom to cancer.
This day is always hard…. and yet for the past few years it has also been a day that God has used to awakened my mama heart.
It it like a beautiful messy day of grief and thanksgiving.
Tonight, as I think about my mom and the great joy it is BE a mom, this is my prayer:
then we’ll skip and dance all the day long.
Make up for the bad times with some good times;
we’ve seen enough evil to last a lifetime.
Let your servants see what you’re best at—
the ways you rule and bless your children.
Oh God, may it be so…. Surprise my family with love at daybreak. Make up for the bad times with some good times. Let us see what you are best at. The way you rule and bless your children.
I am going to spend the day with my eyes wide open. I am going to hug tighter. Laugh longer. Listen harder. Love deeper.
And one day…..one day, I will share these tiny miracles with her too.
xoxo
I love Jesus, my guy Chris + our four. We seek joy. Homeschool. Adventure together. Mess up and start again.
Love and hugs to you, friend. Will be praying for you tomorrow, that God will surprise you with extra joy. xoxo
That is absolutely beautiful Sara, just like you x
oh sara, so many tears reading this. praying for unexpected joy for you today. you are a treasure, my friend. an incredible mama to your kiddos. xoxo
oh, sara, i absolutely loved you before reading this… and now, well, i'm smitten. i think God likes it that way- that we are smitten with the Jesus we see in each other. 🙂
he works all things together for our good… he is doing that. i see it. that's beautiful.
"the earth is a camp sight, it's not our home" i praise God that in reality- His reality, which is the truest kind- we spend a nanosecond here, and that our true life begins with him at home with our Lord… where you are not a gazillion miles away from your mother, where we are not a gazillion miles away from our babies… where we are not thousands of miles away from each other. 😉