It had not been a day in which I took time to cherish each moment with my children. In fact, it was like so many days. I had my plans, my things to do and I had to get them done.
I had forgotten the little things that matter the most. The way a simple hug in the midst of a lesson could help a little heart push forward.
In the busy-ness of life, my own heart had forgotten that I too have the need to be cherished.
It’s a beautiful thing to be cherished by someone or something. The simple knowledge of that sweet love can pull a person through a tough day and will sink a heart that does not feel cherished.
As the mundane of the day wore on and I realized, as I ran outside to crash the party my littles had started in a swirl of leaves, it wasn’t too late. I took a few pictures, it was too fun no to capture. In the midst, I found the one that would remind this Mama why I came home.
I didn’t come home from the raging world of a corporate climb to begin a new one of my own accord. I came home to show my children that they are loved and cherished.
My days have slowed down. It’s hard removing this mask of being everywhere and everything to everyone. Yet, it’s easy.
So, take time and remember your own childhood, and your own heart. Think about how sweet it is to know that you are cherished. You may not have had that as a child, many of us do not. But, that does not mean our own children have to continue down that path.
Stop what you are doing. The climb to perfection is not a race worthy of the hearts of the babes in our homes. They will be gone in a flash – will they know you cherish them as the Father cherishes each and every one of his children who comes back home?
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