Pink Think: “While we try to teach children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.” – Angela Schwindt
After church yesterday, my youngest daughter Sabrina said she wanted to walk home. Normally, my husband does it with my kids, but as it was such a nice day, I said, “Too bad we can’t all walk. No one will take the car home.” Drew said, “You go, then.”
I took Sabrina’s hand and we walked on the shoulder of a fairly busy road (well, busy enough for a small town). It was such a beautiful day; hardly any clouds, the temperature just right, not too hot, not too cool; a pleasant breeze, and the intermittent sound of a car passing us, people waving and us waving back. Sabrina chattered about whales, “Did you know they used to live on land?” (I didn’t) and penguins, “Did you know they used to fly?” (I didn’t) She stopped to pick up a dead butterfly, a monarch, she guessed, and carefully cupped it in her small hand.
In just a few minutes, I felt recharged in my calling as mother. I loved holding her little hand, and seeing the world freshly again from her eyes.
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It was a beautiful day. We walked home from church also, but my little one with small hands insisted I carry him on my shoulders, not an easy feat, but I guess we do it while we still can. They grow way too fast.
My youngest is probably way to big to be carried around, sat on a lap, etc., but I still do it. She gets lavished a lot of “baby” attention because she is THE baby of the family. You’re lucky to have one small enough for the shoulder rides. I agree, *they grow up way too fast*