I recently had surgery on my knee and my in-laws watched our two toddlers for us while I was incapable of doing so (Thank you so much!). They, unfortunately, live 3 hours away so we went a whole month without seeing them. It was tough on everyone, especially my 3 year old little boy. He had fun with his grandparents, but every time we were on the phone with him, he would ask us (specifically Daddy) to come get him and bring him home. It broke our hearts (I may or may not have cried when he would ask that). Ever since he has been back he has been extra clingy. He even had a meltdown the other night when my husband ran into the store real quick to get a gallon of milk. This wasn’t just a fit because he wanted to go too and didn’t get his way. He was screaming for Daddy to come back and crying because he was afraid of Daddy leaving him again.
We have many military friends that have to be away from their family way too often and for longer than we had to be apart. I am thankful for our military personnel that make this sacrifice for all of us. I know it is hard on them. It is hard for anyone to be away from those they love for an extended period of time. The hardest separation that any of us can face, however, is when someone we love leaves this world.
During the month my kids weren’t home, two people I love passed away. That grief made me miss my babies all the more. One was my Aunt Nancy who had been battling lung cancer for years. She was so genuine, kind, loving, and giving. She was an amazing woman. She will be sorely missed. I will always regret that we didn’t drive the few extra hours to go see her when we visited my dad this past summer. We had intended to, but the kids were already having a tough time with all of the driving and we opted not to go. I lost my last chance to see her. We also lost a good friend of ours who was an elder in the congregation we are a part of. Trey wrote a post about him a couple of weeks ago: In Honor of Brother Vinson
This week has been very hard on friends of ours. We have some friends who lost their young niece to cancer on Sunday, a coworker and friend of my husband lost his wife yesterday, a friend of mine lost his father earlier this week, and today a friend of ours lost her mother.
All of these things make me think about how we are not promised tomorrow. Neither are our children. I hold my babies a little bit tighter any time I hear of someone losing their child- whether it is a friend or a stranger my heart breaks for them. We never know how much time we have left. There is no way to know if that will be the last time I get to hold them.
Each time someone dies people say that you need to spend more time on the important things: tell those you love that you love them, spend extra time with those that matter to you even if it might be a little inconvenient sometimes. How many of us take that to heart? How many of us only do it for a short time then get back into our day to day rush where we miss those precious little moments with our family? I know I have been guilty of doing it. Hold your babies, love your babies, thank God for your babies and that you are blessed with another day with them. Tell them you love them all the time. You can still get things done (chores, work, etc.) and take an extra few minutes to just be with them. Don’t take this time for granted. Call your parents more to let them know you are thinking of them. Make time for those that matter to you. Even if it is just sending them a quick text to let them know you are thinking about them. Don’t wait to do it, you may not get another chance.
“Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.” James 4:14