My friend just posted this quote on Facebook.
While we try to teach our children all about life,
Our children teach us what life is all about.
Which is ironic because I was literally thinking almost the same thing. Sometimes, we spend so much time raising our children that we forget to enjoy them.
I have spent the afternoon praying for a friend from church who is in labor at 27 weeks. Which is how far along I was when my 7yo was born. I have also been praying for family who are mourning the death of a 13yo boy. I have come close to losing a child but I have not experienced it. I can't imagine her pain. I don't want to either!
A fear struck me this afternoon, that it is possible for something awful to happen to my kids. This came about midway through dinner during our nightly vegetable debate. I was just about to reiterate our one bite for every year of age rule for the third time, when I felt my heart drop. If I lost my children tomorrow, I would regret fighting over grilled zucchini. I would miss holding them in my arms. So, I forgot the rule just for tonight. I let them scrape the delicious but half eaten zucchini into the garbage and I hugged them instead.
Ten minutes later my 7yo said, "I'm hungry."