Making time for memories
At the school, my daughter proudly showed me to her chair. She took the perch beside me, spread out her napkin and waited patiently to receive her treat. Finally, it was muffin time. My girl could barely stay seated and eat. She was so excited to have mommy there. So happy for me to see her clean up after herself and be a big girl.In the end, she gave me a homemade Mother’s Day card and little butterfly ornament. As she presented me with the gifts, she screamed, “I did it! I did it!” A huge smile broke out across her face. Mine too.
When I hugged and kissed her goodbye, one of her classmates came up to me and said he wanted a hug too. I looked at him and all the other kids whose moms couldn’t make it – for whatever reason – and said a silent prayer of thanks for whatever prompted me to show up. I am so grateful, I made the time. My daughter probably wouldn’t have missed me if I’d dropped her off and gone on to work. But I would have missed the memories, and that would have been the biggest loss of all.
-- Sherri Day