Until Bekah and Sam arrived, I was unaware of just how short time can be. Now, I am sometimes brutally aware that there are small, seemingly insignificant moments that I’d like to remember forever.
At a combined total of just over 60 pounds, it’s not too often I carry both kids. A few days ago I was holding both of them when Bekah called for Christopher and yelled “family hug.”
As we all stood squeezed together in the kitchen, Sam started to giggle and soon we were all laughing. I’d like to be able to rewind to that moment on a difficult day in the future and be able to feel that same way again.
Every Christmas we spend hours, literally HOURS in the car so that Bekah and Sam see as many of their relatives as possible. They have five living great grandparents who are all between the ages of 85 and 95.
Although it’d be much easier to just stay home and celebrate by ourselves, we’d miss seeing them smile as Sam scurries by, or miss seeing the glimmer of a tear in an eye as Bekah climbs up into someone’s lap just to give a hug and say, “love you” before hurrying off to play.
It’s those little moments, times that no one has a camera, and feelings a photo won’t capture anyhow, that are so important… Sam giggling as a train passes by our hotel during an early-morning nursing session far from home, Bekah pretending to be a mommy and brushing my cheek as she tells me, “don’t worry, little friend, I’ll take care of you forever and ever.”
It’s those small things that are already beginning to be fleeting as they grow and change that make it worthwhile to rush from place to place, but that also make it so important to be present, really, wholly present, in each of those moments.
This year, instead of staring at our calendar, (or along with staring at our JAM PACKED calendar), I’m going to take the time to enjoy, really enjoy, having two incredible children not just in the middle of big events, but each and every little moment.
Read the rest of the Plant family’s story through her blog, Following Your Heart.