When Griffin was little, he would stuff his pockets with acorns. He would grab them on the playground at school, in the parking lot at church, in our backyard.
And I would find them on the floor, rattling around in the dryer, or strategically arranged on his dresser.
So, earlier this week, when I was taking my morning walk, this low lying branch stopped me in my tracks.
Funny how something so simple can just transport you right back to another moment in time.
In that instant I saw my sweet little 4 year old. Chubby cheeks. Sparkly eyes. Pockets full.
Somehow, almost a decade has gone by since those days and I find myself swallowing hard, willing the lump in my throat to go away.
Because Mommas, it does go by just that fast.
Treasure it all. The little things, that one day won’t be so little after all.
When they come in with dirty hands from exploring, learn about their adventures.
When they make up a grand story, sit on the floor and ask them to share it again.
When they crawl up in your lap for cuddles, let them camp there a little longer.
When they ask for a bed time story, read every line- sometimes slowly.
Soak it in.
Thank God for the moments- even when they are hard. And I know they are hard.
Because truly, even the smallest seconds are tiny little gifts that you’ll unwrap over and over again in your mind one day.
Oh and when they bring you handfuls of acorns, open yours, accept them as a rare gift and remember that one day a branch on your morning walk will quite possibly bring you to tears.
Children are a gift from the Lord;
they are a reward from him.