Yesterday was a definite eye opening day. It was
the first day back from summer of a mother’s group I
attend at church. You could sense the excitement in
the air of catching up with old friends and meeting
new ones. Then it hit me, this would be the first
year I would be attending without my oldest
daughter. For five years, we had attended together.
There would be no more chasing my daughter up the
lobby stairs to catch her before she independently
went to her classroom. There would be no more midday
surprise lunches after my group, or meeting up with
friends at the park afterwards. It had all been
replaced with growing up and pre-kindergarten.
So I did what any other self respecting and grief
stricken mother would do: I went and picked up my
daughter early from school and took her out to lunch
one final time! Sure, she missed some academics, but
then it was only the letter M. And well, she
already had a handle on that.
We went to one of our favorite restaurants. We
laughed and chatted over lunch while her baby sister
slept. It was great fun. While we were outside
getting ready to leave, I noticed my daughter’s face
was pressed against the window of the restaurant.
Curious, I asked her what was the target of her
affection. With her face still plastered to the
window, she gingerly said, “Well, I just wished we
had gotten some of that pink cake. Pink is my
favorite color, ya’ know.” I paused for a second and
thought, “Why not?” We went in and got a piece of
that “pink” (strawberry actually) cake, and brought
it home to enjoy. My daughter was especially
thrilled, since we hardly ever get dessert -- because
what small child needs more sugar!
Here are the three parenting lessons I learned
from this baked good:
1. Time with our children rapidly changes, and
will soon be gone.
Parenting consists of different challenges from
infants and toddlers to tweens and teens. Some days
are more stressful than others. Yet, each day that
passes is one less that we have to spend with our
children. How have we chosen to fill it?
2. Sometimes memories are just more important.
When my job as a parent is done, the only thing I
will have is the memories. My sister once told me
that memories do not just happen. You have to be
intentional about making them. What kind of
memories will my children have of growing up?
3. What does it matter?
At the end of the day, what did it matter that my
daughter had a piece of cake? Now I am not
suggesting that you discard all discipline and
routine, but we need to prioritize the right issues
to go to task with our children. Am I creating
unnecessary battles?
Sometimes it is hard to see the end of the race
of parenting. But there definitely is a finish
line. How are you running the race?