I love to read. I love classic literature the most, I suppose. I enjoy reading books by authors like Twain, Bronte, Montgomery, and Dickens. I also enjoy classic poetry. My daughter is memorizing the following poem by Longfellow. I get misty eyed almost every time we recite it. I know it’s silly. I cry pretty easily. I don’t mind though. My tears show my sincerity, my tender heart, and my love to my children. I wanted to share this most touching poem with you. I hope you love it as much as I do!
Longfellow captures the fleeting moments of childhood so appropriately. I am reminded how precious each and every day is with my children.
I am thoroughly enjoying the years that my children are small. I know something that my dear wee ones do not yet understand. I know that these years pass all too swiftly. This poem illustrates the biblical principle found in James 4:14: Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
I want to laugh with children more. I want to listen to them more and tickle them more! I want to read to them under a blanket more; I want to praise them more.
It seems like only yesterday I was “pouncing” on my own Dad after he arrived home from work. It was only yesterday that we had another of our many “wrestling (tickling) matches”. Wasn’t it just yesterday that he repaired my bike for me; and he read to me from the Big Book of Presidents? (Yes, we both loved history!) Wasn’t it yesterday that he told me he loved me, before he left for work? No? It sure seems like yesterday. But now he is in Heaven, waiting for me. Those memories are just that, memories. Never to be lived again. Let’s not waste our time! It’s our most precious commodity.
My goals today:
Read to Leslie and Laci.
Rock Laci and sing to her.
Talk to Lauren about things that might be bothering her. Pray with her about her friends.
Not get frustrated with my poor, sweet ADD son during school! :0)