Quote
"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."
--Mary Jean Iron
I read this quote on a scrapbooking blog today, and was quite struck by the sentiment. How often do I long for some "rare and perfect tomorrow" or at the very least wish that life were more exciting and less normal. What a challenge, to treasure the normal becase it passes all too quickly. Ordinary, everyday, commonplace, typical--could I see those as gifts, rather than negatives? The beauty in the here and now...
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."
--Mary Jean Iron
I read this quote on a scrapbooking blog today, and was quite struck by the sentiment. How often do I long for some "rare and perfect tomorrow" or at the very least wish that life were more exciting and less normal. What a challenge, to treasure the normal becase it passes all too quickly. Ordinary, everyday, commonplace, typical--could I see those as gifts, rather than negatives? The beauty in the here and now...
It is so hard to treasure the today, especially when the kids are so little and you're just changing diapers and stopping kids from fighting and playing dollies for the 100th time that day. You just can't wait for their dad to get home so you can take a quick break. Then you wake up suddenly one night and think, "I don't even remember when my first baby started to walk! How could it have passed by so quickly?"
They're so precious when they're little and it's so hard to remember that.
Posted by
Stacy |
October 15, 2008 at 2:16 PM