This mother wanted to remind the parents what are the important things in their lives, so she told on her Facebook account how she discovered the things for which it is worth thanking life.
“It was an evening like any other. I was in the bedroom, sorting my laundry while my daughter sang in the shower. I felt suffocated when I realized I couldn’t remember when I washed my daughter’s hair.
I panicked and ran to the bathroom. I half-opened the door and asked my daughter:
– Katie, do you need to wash your hair?
– No, Mommy! I’m fine!
Ever since I gave birth to my first child, I have made a motto to appreciate every day with my children. Remember the joy of yesterday, experience the joy of today, and anticipate the joy of tomorrow.
He came too fast tomorrow.
I am a follower of the fact that dirt is part of a child’s life. But with the dirt came the bathrooms. When my daughters, Kelsey and Katie, were little, I put them both in the tub, washed their hair, and let them play in the water. That was routine. As they got older, the girls started taking a shower, and sometimes they called me to help them wash their hair. Then washing the hair was replaced only with rinsing. Now we come to the part where we talk about the middle ground. I’m fine!”.
This is the role of the parent, to raise independent people, but no one tells us how to behave when this really happens.
If I knew when this moment would come, would I have extended the wait, would I have kissed her more?
I couldn’t see the laundry well anymore. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t stop. I folded and folded. God, help me appreciate every day, even the bad ones. Show me the beauty of every moment.
The cure is not to slow everything down. The cure is wisdom. Broken dishes, stained clothes, food spilled on the floor are not reasons to lose your temper. Every moment is a sacred one, changing diapers, hugging on the couch, rocking in the park, even washing your hair. They are all sacred. We just have to open our eyes.
Thanks for combing before bed. Thanks for the dirty kitchens, for the toys on the floor. Thanks for the noisy dinners, for the evening conversations. Thanks for the casemates in the snow, for the dolls, for the finger painting, and for the bedtime stories. ”