I am writing so that I may never forget.
Today, my little girl turned 21.
I just now finished rocking her to sleep, and my mind began to fantasize about her future. And then I realized this is the last time I will be able to hold her like this when she turns 21.
I take in her sweet little round nose, her bulging cheeks, her downy, dark brown hair. I notice that there are slight curves on the edges, framing her face…will she have curls someday? Her green summer onesie has white polka dots, which accent the milk stains left over from her lunch.I notice that her face is so different now from the day I met her, even though that was only 21 days ago. How much she has already grown!
Perhaps rocking her in the glider as she laid in my lap may seem like an everyday, and therefore insignificant, event; however, it is one of those small moments that I am taking to mark in my memory. One small detail of her babyhood that I will not allow time to rob from me.
Because the next time she turns 21, she will not be a babe of 21 days, but a young woman of 21 years. She will not be falling asleep in my lap as I rock her to sleep, as I marvel at her tiny, animated facial expressions that flash across her face, offering just a glimpse into her infantile dreams. No– she will no longer possess the total innocence that she has now. No more crying for food, no more holding my finger with pudgy little hands. She may even be married by then, and no longer belong to me.
So I will hold onto this moment because I know how time flies, and she will only be the sweet little baby that I now love and can hold in my hands for a little while longer. And I want to cherish each moment that she is.
Amidst the chaos of this life, it is so easy to overlook the true blessings God is sending. I was inspired to write this poem upon realizing that I do not appreciate the gifts I’ve been given nearly as much as I should.
Thank you God for rainy days, for that means food is growing,
For this crowded room which with Your gifts is overflowing,
And for frustrating traffic—for at least I have a car.
Thank you for my tired body; I’m able to work hard.
Thank you, Lord for college debts, for we have education,
Thanks for ills that remind me that you are my salvation.
For family arguments for I have family to love,
And for trials testing me to trust in You above.
Rising costs of food will teach me to appreciate
And thank you for this old, old house where at least I am safe.
Thank you for my sleepless nights as Baby keeps on growing,
And stressful mornings as my husband to his job is going.
Thank you God for blessings that I often fail to see
For I am distracted with this life’s small difficulties
Teach me, Lord, to trust in You and see the best in all things—
For in each trial that you send you also give blessings.