I stopped worrying about that and post when I,
1. Have uninterrupted time, and
2. am feeling inspired to do so.
If you have ready many of my posts then you know that often the inspiration comes from my children so it is of no surprise to me that after spending a long weekend with them I am again so inspired.
Have you ever felt like your cup is so full that is is going to spill over? Full of good, not full of stress and things to do and decisions to make.
We spent a long weekend in North Carolina with daughter Ashley, son in law Rick and precious granddaughter Audrey, and having son Mike and daughter in law Meredith fly in from California. As we drove away, the car silent I began to cry. I was crying for the things I would miss Audrey doing, I was crying for the length of time it would be before we would all be together again, for the distance we all live from one another, but mostly, simply because I love them all.
These kind of tears tend to make us nostalgic or least they do me. I began to think about what has gone into my cup that has made it so full that it is running over and was not surprised when my thoughts continued to take me to my children.
The birth of my son and the pure joy of first time parenting.
The birth of my daughter and the immediate connection that my then 3 yr old son had with her. The unexpected, unplanned (somewhat) adoption of my 2nd son continued to bring Blessings into my life. As I continued with my thoughts I quickly realized that each layer in my cup was lined with a memory of my children.
As the miles took me further from them this weekend I reflected on what the weekend gave me. I had another opportunity to see what an amazing mother my daughter is to her own daughter now. drip drip in my cup! I got to see how happy she is and how well cared for she is by her husband. drip drip in my cup! I got to see all the wonderful new things that Audrey can do since last we saw her. drip drip in my cup.
I got to see my son and his excitement for the impending birth of his own son. drip drip in my cup. I got to see my daughter in law as she carries that precious child drip drip in my cup. I experienced our family celebrating this new generation, how sister and brother shared this new honor. They were not competing, they were sharing. drip drip in my cup. I listened as conversations have changed from the likes of what is the latest greatest movie you have seen, to advice from one to the other on diapering and what are the must haves for baby care. drip drip in my cup. I watched as one grown man now a father showed another soon to be how to put the car seat in the car and how to put the baby in said car seat. drip drip in my cup.
I watched my daughter and son in laws excitement and nervousness as they anticipated the first big event in their daughters life, her Baptism and what that meant to them and their commitment to her. drip drip in my cup. I watched (and teared up) as my son stood in front of the church by his sisters side along with his wife pledging too that they will always be there for Audrey. drip drip in my cup.
So many moments contributed to the tipping over of my cup but I realized it wasn't just about the moments it is about how we got here. How my son and daughter are truly friends how their spouses have blended in so well with the family, how Cameron is loved and molded into the family. There will never be one of us in need that another will not be there. Distance though painful is not a barrier to our love. Watching my family this weekend I know that memories and moments will continue to pour into my cup so much so that a cup will no longer be big enough to hold all that is precious to me. My cup runneth over for sure but the love that was spilled will not go to waste.
2 comments:
You are drinking from the saucer!!! Your cup truly runneth over.Love you & all of your family.
Nothing like it. Drinking from our saucer is truly a gift from our Heavenly Father. Love y'all
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