What happens when you take a moment….You steal something to
memory…you give your children that extra five minutes on the swings…you let
your child sit in his PJ’s for just a little longer in the morning…or you drive
by the Oscar Meyer weinermobile, not one time, not two times, but three times
in a row.
This last weekend was a time for taking moments. Indulging our boys in just a little more time
with whatever it is they’re doing. It
felt good to fight the urge to rein them in. When Taylor cried for the park as we pulled
into the driveway for lunch…I thought, “what the heck” and backed down the
driveway to head to the park. When the
boys cried for the Oscar Meyer mobile, we stopped and got our picture
taken. When the boys were still reluctant
to leave, I waited with them as Benjamin tried to sneak in to photo after photo
of other kids and families getting their turn with the weinermobile.
I have discovered that the boys need that extra moment. That little piece of time they need to swing,
slide, play and discover is enough to put their anxious little hearts at ease -
if only for a moment. And that moment is
pure peace.
