Some of you may have seen my Facebook posts that a co-worker of mine tragically lost her 3 year old son, Jace, last week. The entire situation has been so heavy on my heart. I’m devastated for her, devastated for Jace, devastated for the entire family. I attended the funeral service today and it was very inspirational and uplifting. It was also a cry-fest. I cried for an hour and a half straight. One thing they mentioned over and over again is that they pray that Jace’s life will continue to “heal” others… that his life will continue to count for something. I know that for me, it has made me hug my children a little tighter, be patient a little more often, and thank God a little more deeply.
I’m not gonna lie, there are days that I wonder if I’m gonna make it until 5:28 pm when Robin gets home! The kids seem to fall apart in the late afternoon. I look around the house and wonder why it looks like a tornado came through, how I managed to get not one thing accomplished on my to-do list, and why my kids seem to need me so greatly at the hour I’m trying to fix dinner.
BUT… this week has changed my perspective. I Praise God that I have two healthy kids. I Praise God that I’m their mommy. And I am learning to love every moment, even if it’s not my favorite.
Today after the cry-fest at the funeral I came home to my kiddos. After being extremely ornery for about 2 hours, Emma came and sat in my lap in my favorite rocking chair that I just acquired from my mom. As Emma sat in my lap I whispered to Emma, “Emma, what was your favorite part of today?” I fully expected her to say, “Watching Finding Nemo,” or “Eating Chick-Fil-A” but instead she said, “Being With You Mommy.” WOH, melt my heart. And the truth is, I think she meant it. I yelled to Robin to please grab the camera. Make-up or no make-up, swollen eyes and all, I wanted to remember this moment.
Our kids are so precious. We are not promised one more day with them. We must learn to cherish every day we have.