To Love Well Every Day

This morning, after Teyla and Kieran and I had dropped the older kids at school, a blur of quick hugs and brittle air and rushed squeaky footsteps through fresh snow, we drove straight home to enjoy the morning.

It was good to be home, toy-strewn and warm. Kieran had fallen asleep snuggled in his parka, so I wore his chubby face on my shoulder as Teyla and I carried upstairs supplies to play restaurant.

I grabbed my laptop, mostly so I could email Corey, en route to Orlando. But then I started replying to a few other emails. And I opened Twitter and clicked through to a few blogs. And in-between the bits and bytes, my daughter stood next to me, wearing make-believe headphones, and asking me what I would like for breakfast.

“Do you want caw-key, Mama?” she asked.

“Yes, Teyla. I would love coffee,” I answered distractedly, my eyes barely leaving the keyboard. I only had a few more sentences to type to wrap up that email and then I would pay attention.

“Which ones do you want, Mama?” she asked, holding out identical sets of plastic pickles.

“These ones,” I pointed vaguely, aware that she would give me the pickles she wanted me to have regardless of which ones I chose.

The baby slept, the toddler kept chattering to herself and to me.

I never stopped typing.

And then, the baby woke up. And I looked up. And the toddler, she had gone on to another toy, another game of make-believe because I wasn’t paying attention to the one she was playing with me.

I had missed it.

I had missed it.

How often do I do that? How often do I live with blinders on, distracted and preoccupied? I live life as if it were a giant To Do List, as if my efficiency and organization will follow me into eternity. How often do I parent on auto-pilot, caring more for my chidren's needs than their hearts?

My soul throbbed at the realization of what I had casually thrown away.

My gifts. Each day.

Lord, teach me to treasure them. Teach me to see eternity. This year, this year of Sabbath, teach me a new habit. Slowly, falteringly, open my eyes to the real. Every day. Every moment.

Teach me to love well.


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