“Mama, look.” The call goes on throughout my day. To see the latest discovery, to join the latest endeavor or adventure. To stop whatever I am doing and engage them in their world. Sometimes I just don’t want to. I get weighted down by my to-do list and all the tasks yet undone.
But I’m working on it. Practicing laying aside that which can wait to pursue these little people I’m tasked with loving. They aren’t the same from one day to the next. A little taller, more well spoken, perhaps a bit more stubborn. I look for windows. Those moments when I’m not dealing with boiling water or online bill pay and I really can step away and draw closer to them. These little vessels of my love who look more like me than I ever imagined and act more like me than I’d like to admit.
I need to look at them more. Try to see them as they are now, this minute. I try desperately to memorize their funny phrases and amusing looks. The kind of things that even photos and video can’t capture. The essence of these childhood moments before they look back at me with much older eyes and may not call me to join them quite so often.