When do we become “the age our parents always were”? What do I mean? When we think of our parents most actively making the memories we most connect to them, what age are they? Were they in their 30s, 40s, 50s maybe? Where do we picture them being… at home, on family vacations, at holiday gatherings? I think I picture mine being the age they were when I first started having children, their grandchildren. I picture them holding each of my children for the first time in the hospital. I picture them at the kids’ first birthday parties and I picture mom rocking each of her five grandchildren in her burgundy colored leather recliner.
Mom had less wrinkles than she does now; she was more mobile than she is currently. Three things will forever be the same though… her perfectly teased hair following her Friday visits to the “beauty shop”, the familiar smell of a country style dinner on the stove, and her radiating face upon seeing her grandbabies! Both of my parents LOVED to have those children walk through their back door. Actually, I can’t find the words to describe how much they still do!
Their world is now being rocked with the issues of older age but their grandchildren’s visits and calls still bring the calm and the sunshine.
As I fondly smelled the smells and remembered the sights, the realization overwhelmed me. Greg and I are living through that stage right now! I wonder if our children will think of us at this age when they remember us most. Nah… they will think of me with memories of when we went on imaginary safari hunts, won’t they? Won’t Preston remember doing the moonwalk to a blaring rendition of “Buffalo Soldier” and Brendan remember us singing Davy Crockett for the millionth time? Then I thought that surely Courtney will reminisce about us cooking an assortment of leaves and twigs as we sat on the sides of her sandbox and prepared menus for the day. Well, maybe not. I guess I don’t really remember my parents most in the days of my childhood nearly as much as I remember them as new grandparents, do I? Oh, how happy they became around those little ones!
Isn’t it funny how I have now become “the age my parents always were”? It makes me smile but at the same time tear up. So much time has passed and so many fantastic memories were made. Sometimes I wish I could have a constantly streaming video of the days when our little static hair blonde toddler woke up rubbing his satin pillow against his sweet face, when that first really “unique” piece of pottery came home from school and when the first corsage was slipped on my little girl’s wrist. Maybe that wouldn’t be so healthy though. Those memories were and still are priceless to me but so are the moments of today. I try not live in the past but instead reflect on it and gain wisdom from it.
When my children become "the age my parents always were" they might just think of me stuck in the 2015 time warp – the long shirts, the leggings under my boots, the silly memories I retell over and over. However, when they remember me, I hope it’s also with a smile on my face and a light in my eyes as I wait for them to slip into my “momma arms”. That's when my arms are stretched wide in anticipation of a BIG encompassing hug radiating so much love that I have to close my eyes to consciously lock it into my memory. My children will know exactly what I'm talking about because they probably stopped breathing when they got one! No matter how much time lingers between visits, it’s the hugs I savor and the feeling of them still being my babies. Honestly, I still love them to the moon and back with every breath that’s in me… just like my parents do… just like their Heavenly Father does.
Moms, I know some days are hard and they may at times seem downright impossible to get through. However, when you become “the age your parents always were”, the difficult moments will be gone. The pots boiling over and the toddler flopping on the ground in a tantrum won't be the focus. Those memories will just bring under the breath sighs. What you truly remember will be the BIG hugs, the tickling laughter, and the precious "unforgettables" of your life. The precious moments you are making right now will be that streaming mental video of tomorrow.
Enjoy today with your little ones and savor everything it brings. Grab them for BIG hugs and tell them you love them to the moon and back! These moments are the most valuable of times and you won’t regret a single one of them...ever. Your Heavenly Father will also never regret a single moment that he spends with you. Just as you love your precious one, he loves you even more. Can you fathom that? It’s true. He waits on you with a chance for that BIG encompassing hug just as I wait on those I get from my children. Can you feel it? Ahhh…..
Walking the road with you,
Mom 2 Mom
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