I feel like I've been run over with a train. Maybe I'll go back to bed when I'm through writing this. I do have that privilege at this point in my life. Not like when I had kids, when I had to crawl out of bed in the morning no matter how I felt.
It has been a while but the memory of the pitter patter of little feet has not left me. Considering my memory, that's pretty phenomenal!
I remember sleepless nights when one of my kids was sick.
I remember stripping the beds after they had thrown up.
I remember screams that would raise the hair on the back of your neck when you tried to administer some medication.
I remember having to say, "No!" a thousand times, maybe two thousand!
But I also remember looking down at the beautiful faces of my sleeping children.
I remember the laughter and excitement of Christmas morning as they opened presents.
I remember camping trips and the enjoyment we had as a family.
I remember listening to them pray.
I remember the wonderful day they asked Jesus into their hearts.
You who have children still at home, treasure every moment God has given you. You that are like me, thank God for the privilege you had to raise them. Stay close to them even after they are gone.
God has blessed us to have families. We should treasure them at every stage of our lives.
Treasuring my children but glad they are past the puking stage, Gloria
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