When my daughters were much younger, I raced against the clock to meet their needs. Whether to bathe them, read stories at bedtime or play board games, I always had something more important to accomplish, a more urgent request to fulfill. Time with my daughters became one big rush hour.
However, summer taught me the sacred of motherhood where time ceases to exist.
Several years ago, I slowed my life to catch up to theirs. I learned to capture my girls as they truly were rather than who I wanted them to be or what I wanted them to do. No longer going head to head with Father Time, I simply began to see. To look around and fellowship with my precious little ones.
I saw laughter and delight.
I saw beauty and love.
I saw needs and fears.
I saw innocence and vulnerability.
That summer, I saw them with a renewed passion and wanted to soak up every minute rather than wish them away for the sake of reaching my own goals.
What a beautiful day it was to be with my daughters without looking behind me to see what I missed or looking ahead, overwhelmed of all that is left to do. I no longer walked ahead of them, calling for them to catch up, behave this way, do this right, don't do that. More often, I sat in their shadows, followed their footsteps and let them lead me to a magical place of joy that only a child truly knows.
This summer, I want to remember the sacred. The sacred of being present. Most of those moments will be snapshots sketched in my mind, but sometimes I'm quick enough to bring my camera along to simply capture life.
To honor the stillness of time ushered in by summer, I created a 10-page Mini Album to catalogue the gift of our days. The album contains a cover page and 10 distinct, whimsical pages for you to add photos and remember the sacred.
To download the 10-Page Summer Mini Album along a "Days of Summer List" to write down your dreams for the summer, click here at MODSquad, Mothers of Daughters, where I write about my perspective on motherhood each month.
Enjoy creating and capturing life's sacred moments!
