Kids Were Here | May

This past week was a bit rough.  Earlier in the week, we had to say good-bye to a family member...one who meant so much to so many.  It was difficult to see him go, but we know that he's in a better place looking down on all of us.

As the week continued on and resumed to the craziness of every day life, there were moments that caused me to step back and take in all that life has to offer.

It's easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle.  Appointments here.  Dance lessons there.  Arguments between children that need resolved.  Dinner that needs to be cooked.  Laundry to be washed.  Socks to be folded.  Bills to be paid.  And a child's wound that needs mended.

It's easy to get worn down and exhausted...hoping for a moment of peace.  A time to let out a sigh.  A time to unwind.  Turn off the mind for one little instance.  Relax.  Breathe.

Then, that moment happens.

The moment that causes time to stand still.

The moment like no other.

The moment you want to cherish forever.

The moment when nothing else matters.

Just when you think you can take no more...

A sweet little boy approaches you.  With his hand held out, he turns over his palm to revel a fist full of ragged dandelions.  He graciously looks up at you with his adoring brown eyes and says "I picked deese fowers for you, mommy. Aren't they the most boo-ti-ful fowers you ever seen?"  

Worried that he most likely stained his hands and possibly clothes while picking these weeds, you lay the dandelions down and grab a wash cloth.  Before you can check for evidence that dandelions leave behind, the amazing little boy reaches into his coat pocket and lays another bouquet of dandelions on the counter.

He becomes concerned and urges you to quickly get a cup full of water for his "perty fowers".

As you fill one small vase with the two bundles of weeds, you hear the said child declare "That's not going to work."

You glance over your shoulder and notice the gracious child holding yet another bouquet of dandelions.  The puzzled look on your face causes the boy to whisper that he has more.  Looking down you realize that, in fact, each of his pant pockets are stuffed with these yellow weeds.

As you hold more dandelions in your hand than a thousand acres has ever seen, the sweet boy embraces you with a gentle hug and says "I picked all deese fowers for you 'cause I love you tis much." 

That moment when nothing else matters.

That moment when your heart is full and overflowing.

That moment you never want to forget.

That moment you'll cherish forever.

It's the little things that matter most.

Continue on to Shauna's blog and see the little things that children leave behind...showing us that "Kids Were Here."