My youngest son is… well, relentless. I looked up this word to find that its synonyms are determined and unyielding. Yep, that fits him! He will keep at something until he gets “it” or gets his way. I don’t give in easily, so I usually end up tortured! I listened to him say that he wanted to play mini golf about twice a week for three months before we finally went. I know you are thinking “why didn’t you just take him?!” Well, living the life we do, sometimes time just doesn’t allow for such things.
His latest kick has been wanting to go to the beach. “Mommy, can we go to the beach?” “Mommy, you said we could go when it was summer.” Mommy, mommy, mommy…” Let me start with… I hate the beach! I know, it’s most people’s favorite place and I live in Florida with an abundance of beautiful beaches. Well, in theory it is great! In reality, it is covered with dirt, filled with things that will hurt you, and where the sun pierces through my pale skin like a death ray! Again, not a fan.
Knowing that I would never hear the end of it and also that summer will be over before I know it, I took the boys to the beach yesterday. We left the house at 6:45am and arrived just before 8:00am. I figured that the death ray wouldn’t be on full blast at that hour! 😉 It turned out to be a great day! It was overcast, which was perfect! The best thing was that my boys played in that water for two hours. They jumped waves and laughed, but most importantly did not fight once. I walked around looking for shells while keeping an eye out that they didn’t get eaten by anything. We had a rainstorm, but it blew over quickly. Even my dislike of the beach was not affecting my peace. I felt like I had gotten it right yesterday. My oldest son said “Mom, look!” I turned around to see a double rainbow. I think that God was telling me that I had gotten it right, too.
I have made more effort lately to let my “Martha” have a break. I have played Old Maid, I have swam with my boys, I have taken more trips for ice cream, I have had more tickle fights, and I have now gone to the beach. My reward? Well, I got a double rainbow, but more importantly, my youngest has given me a bedtime hug and kiss every night for the past week or so. That is something that he quit doing about two years ago.
Some days are really hard. I get really focused on tasks, mostly out of necessity. I’m trying hard to not be so focused on tasks that I miss the “moments.” Moments when my boys just need… me. I think it’s paying off. Are you missing your moments?
“And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with it such sacrifices God is pleased.” Hebrews 13:16