Last night some good friends had their second beautiful daughter. Seeing her for the first time, 6 pounds 12 ounces, not yet cleaned up, learning how to use her tongue, finding her voice...I was amazed in those usual and yet overwhelming and always new ways that I find myself experiencing whenever I am that close to new life. As I left the hospital, I found myself in awe again of creation, of birth, of life.
I also found myself aware of something else. Having last been in that birthing center 847 days ago (could it possibly have been that long?) when I gave birth to my second son, as I walked away I realized that every moment matters. From that first breath right up until the last, every single moment matters. Taking time to tell my sons I love them before leaving them at daycare matters even if it doesn't seem they hear me. Letting the two-year-old open his own fruit snacks or yes, even his own milk, matters even if it's a slower and messier process. Responding with patience to the four-year-old when he has none matters even if it's difficult for me. Apologizing when I need to...seeking and speaking forgiveness...listening...taking time to notice who they are...every moment matters.
Some moments pass us by. In some moments we forget they matter. Sometimes we just make the moments worse than they need to be. And we can't get them back. But in this moment and the next we can start again.
A sweet little baby being cuddled in her loving momma's arms reminded me of that tonight. Thank you, precious girl.