I Think I'll Stay Here Awhile

Today is one of those days that the reality of life moving quickly has hit me like a freight train. All too often we get caught up in the everyday "to do list" and become a slave to housework, errands, projects. But, at the end of the day, what are they going to remember?

Are they going to remember that you kept the laundry done up neatly? Or the sink was always empty? Or the floors were always spotless? Or the shoes always lined up nicely?

I hope when I've lived a long life and my kids are grown up with families of their own that they'll look back on their childhoods and remember the times I read to them, the times I ran around the house chasing after them, the times I tickled them until you couldn't hear words through their uncontrollable laughter.

I hope they remember the times we cuddled on the couch to watch movies all day, or the times we took a random surprise trip to the water park, or the times we sat on the floor and did puzzles at the chiropractor's office.

I hope they remember the days we spent at horse shows, the days we spent at the park or the days we spend with our friends and family laughing and enjoying each other's presence.

It's my hope that one day my own children will be parents of their own and that in my years of raising them they'll use me as an example of what kind of parent they aspire to be instead of using me as an example of what kind of parent they don't want to be. I want them to be proud to continue the cycle, not be inspired to break the cycle.

So while I may have dishes that desire to be washed, laundry craving to be put away and floors being suffocated by toys... I think I'll just stay here awhile. After all, babies don't keep.