The Gift of Time
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about time. For one thing, where has the summer gone? Can it really be August?
And then there’s the Olympics. Are you as fascinated by the incredible feats of those marvelous athletes as I am? Think of the time—hours and days, months and years—these men and women have put in prior to that one race in the pool, that one gymnastics routine. And then it is all decided in moments—seconds, actually. How many medals have been lost to another competitor by one hundredth of a second?
But most of all this summer I’ve been thinking of the gift of time. Specifically, the gift of more time with two of my grandchildren than I’ve ever had before. Erika and Richie and their 3 ½-year-old Gabriella and 11-month-old Judah lived with us for 6 ½ weeks from mid-June through July. What a gift that was!
It gave me opportunity to enjoy everyday moments with them. Not just family outings, carnival rides, exploratory walks, or a dip in the lake. Not just summer fun riding horseback at the Children’s Museum, splashing in the little backyard pool, and making 4th of July Little Cheesecakes. But also just watching. Watching Judah learn to crawl, build with with blocks, or play who-gets-the-spoon over breakfast. Watching Gabriella feed her mom’s old Teddy Ruxpin, goof around over breakfast—or just wake up in the morning with all her friends. Moments in time. Memories made.
I savored every one of these memories. Nanas get to do that. There’s not so much time the first time around, when you’re raising your own little ones. But it did make me think of all of you. Every one of you moms for whom summer may be flying by—or feeling like forever. Every one of you Nanas who may be enjoying similar moments with your grandchildren.
Wherever this summer may find you—savoring or maybe just merely “surviving” (there are all these different moments in a mom’s life, aren’t there?)—I pray that you may take just a few moments to look at the faces before you. Like Emily in the play Our Town, look at them like you really see them. And now and then in your busy life, pause and take a snapshot—with a camera, or even with just your memory. A moment in time. A gift. Thank you, God, for the gift of time.