Today, I had to step out for a few minutes and the usual run-down of rules had an additional item or two added just in case.
What difference does it make to help only a few instead of thousands?
The things we allow ourselves to make time for are what become precious to us.
I have four children, each one is precious to me. My firstborn was the first: the first child born to our family, the first one we taught to walk, the first one we walked to school, and the first one to leave home. He was the “trial run” that paved the way for his siblings. I’ll never forget what it felt like to find out for the first time we were going to have a baby, the first time that I held him, and the first time that he smiled at me. Our daughter came a little more than 4 years later. She was the easy-going baby who had to stop and look at every flower, laugh whenever her daddy played with her, and cuddled close to me at bedtime. By the time number 3 came around, we were “professional” parents. He was our funny child; always ready to laugh, always ready for a game, and since we thought he
Originally posted last year this piece really speaks to me today about how “dusty” we feel at the end of each year. We’ve pushed envelopes, issues, decisions, and work back as far as possible but now at the end of an old year and into the new it’s time to wipe away the dust.