Through the eyes of a child

This month is full of so many things....David is traveling out of the country twice and finishing his 1st year toward his masters degree, we are celebrating Father's day, and we are celebrating Evan's 3rd Birthday. Sometimes I get so caught up in just getting through each day, and sticking to my "to do list" that I don't take the time to enjoy the little moments. I sometimes even feel like..."okay, that's done, what's next?" Some how, some way I need to get out of that rut. I really am trying to take each day and treasure the little things. I will never live these days again. I no longer have babies, it almost seems like a distant memory. Now I am looking at the next few years as the kids get into school...and then out of the house, and then retirement. In retrospect, time really flies by even if you seem to be in limbo at times. Every day the kids remind me, of where they are at in life. They are constantly learning. Sometimes I hear them say things, that I know I didn't teach them. Sometimes I have to tell them that it is not okay to say certain things. Today I told Evan to not be scared of a fly. They are learning....and waiting for us to guide them each step of the way. When I was a teenager, I would look back on my childhood and remember who taught me some of the fundamental things I did every day. I remembered a lot more then about my childhood then I do now. Some lessons, you can still put yourself back in that memory as an adult and remember each vivid moment. Other ones, you forget and can never remember who taught you them. I want my kids to remember all the little things.....who taught them to pray, who taught them to bake, who taught them to brush their teeth, who taught them to use their imagination.......will they remember that I made up stories and crazy jingles....maybe, but what I really hope they remember is how much I love them every step of the way, even when I don't always seem thrilled to wake up early in the morning.

A little poem for you.....

The innocence of a child's soul is what makes them seem so whole. So peaceful and trusting as they reach out. Full of life and rarely a doubt. Skipping along while holding your hand, Knowing that you will take their stand. Loving you entirely for who you are, Seeing the beauty of your soul with no scar. As we grow older and more serious in age, We become fearful and often full of rage. We begin to lose things that once made us feel loved. Somewhere in our souls are things that are shoved....that we try to forget and leave sitting inside. We forget how to live and just go with the ride. If only we could look through our eyes as a child, into the soul that we once possessed undefiled. To enjoy the wind and the moon and the stars, with a soul which has not gained any scars. To see the beauty in all that we touch. To see through the eyes of a child would mean so much. God grant us the gift to look back as a child, To trust and to love with a soul undefiled. Looking once more through the eyes of a child!© Brenda Race 2000