Sitting here on the floor of my daughter’s room by her bed while she finally begins to relax after having not felt well for a bit. Gave me a chance in the silence lit only only by a muted hall light through a cracked door to take notice of her pink kitten poster lovingly affixed to her wall just below her 7eventh Time Down music poster, photographs of her as a baby with all of her matriarchal figures prominently displayed on shelves, and her TBall trophy over on a bookshelf right next to an ornately dressed porcelain doll. I also see a small desk strewn with evidence of her budding fascination with all things artsy just below a candid pic with her BFF from school…in the 360 degrees of what comprises her “world,” I see remnants representative of her years past, present and even what the future may hold.
As I “stand guard” over her armed only with my presence, a cold washcloth and soothing words (that’s what Daddies do I told her) until she finally drifts off to sleep, I’m struck at how much of my journey with her has already transpired without my even being consciously aware of it.
So, a quick thought as I sit here…please don’t ever let a moment go by in what we all know is the fleeting season of childhood where you as a mom or dad could gift them with a vibrant memory of you journeying with them in their world (not just pulling them into yours). Not even video games have or will ever be as important to them if they know they really have you…I promise. We sometimes forget that’s the way God made them to be.
Well, I think she has finally fallen off to dreamland, so ignoring all the pops I hear as I try to stand, I give her a kiss on her forehead, render a short, silent prayer over her and bid both her and you a restful morning…
Landon <><
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