Monkey stood on the kids’ table on one side of our living room looking out one window while my son, Pudding, looked out the other. The excited glances they had as they stared out the window while dark clouds moved closer and closer and thunder rumbled in the distance, was huge!
“I saw it! I saw it!” Monkey shouted as he turned to pudding. “Did you see it?
Pudding grinned, eyes lit, yelled back, “Me, too! I saw it!” They hollered back and forth for the next 10 minutes, with each bolt of lighting that seemed to flash through the sky, lighting up everything around it, the patter of rain falling heavy.
The excitement in my kids’ voices was electricity in of itself and roused me to go sit near another window while I fed the baby. Oh my, it was beautiful! Just to watch God’s magnificent creation in it’s show.
And as those two kept going back and forth, yelling and jumping up and down every time the sky lit up, I counted the seconds out loud from when the lightening flashed to when we heard the rumble, and told the kids how far the bolts struck.
After awhile, Engineer, my 11 year old, said, “Mom, remember when we used to sit on the front porch and watch the thunderstorms?”
My heart gave way. Remember when…
Yes, I remember when I would hear the storm and excitedly show my children what it was like to huddle together on the front porch and watch in amazement. I remember holding the one that seemed the most fearful but who wanted to experience it anyway. I remember the cuddling, the loving, the time of just seeing God’s amazing work right before our eyes. I even remember, before the kids were even born, how my husband and I, in our first apartment with a high deck, sat outside together and listened to the rain and watched the lightening, enjoying each others company.
You may think it’s crazy to sit on a covered porch when a thunderstorm happens, but in New York, it seems perfect to sit with your husband and your kids, watching the rain and seeing how the bolts flash in the sky to the ground, listening to the sound it makes…it just builds memories and togetherness like you wouldn’t believe.
But what happened? This isn’t the first time my kids have mentioned doing an activity with me that we haven’t done in a long time. What made me stop spending time with my kids? What made me stop making memories with them? Loving them? Loving the time spent with them? The time spent with my husband? My kids have been reminding me of the things they had liked to do with me that we USED to do. Do you see those word “used to do”?
I think it is time to stop saying remember when and bring back those times my kids cherish. It’s time to get back to making those memories! Loving the time spent with my children! Loving the time spent with my husband!
So this year my goal is to make memories! Rehash the old ones and make new ones, while I still have the time to do it!
And really, the main reason why I homeschool (which I really just discovered with in the last year) is not only because I think it is a great way for kids to learn, but because I want to connect with my kids! I want them to grow in the gifts God has given them and give them the opportunity to grow in ways they may not be able to if they got sent to school.
I don’t want it to be just about academics, but I want it to be about my family connecting, learning together, and using our different gifts to enhance our life and our surroundings, which will eventually enhance other peoples lives around us, too.
I won’t have my kids for long. It’s time to make memories.
I mentioned the idea of unplugging awhile ago, and there is this great blog called Hands Free Mama. Maybe it’s time to do check those out. I have many more ideas, but I just need to keep praying and moving forward. Maybe do a picnic before it gets too cold or have a tea party at home. Maybe we will make cookies for another family. We are learning about Oceans right now, since we are talking about the New England area, where there is a lot of talk about seafood and whaling and so much more, so maybe we can do an activity that goes with that.
If I can’t do any of those, I can just pray over every moment and take the time to look each of my kids in the eye and whisper to them I love them and hear what is on their heart. What are Mom’s for, anyway?
What about you? What do you do to make memories? Do you feel that you are missing the boat? Please comment below and be inspired today to get started on those memories! Bake together, do a project, help someone else, whatever it is that will have your kids later when they are older sit at a table and talk about what it was like when they were younger…Can you imagine? I can’t wait!
Be inspired today!
For some reason, that Remember When song from Alan Jackson popped in my head a few times so I thought I would share it.