Life is full of thrills. 

 Whether it's a stomach lurching roller coaster, a trip to an exotic island, or a Taylor Swift concert, there are things in this life that we think are "Must-See" attractions; doing everything that we possibly can to view or even participate in them.  To put it simply, life is full of endless things that we shouldn't miss being a part of; and one of those is childhood.

For those of us who have children, or are blessed to have children in our lives through one way or another, we have been given the opportunity to be apart of one of life's greatest adventures.  But, how many of us eagerly and willingly do all that we can to be a part of it?  

I wish I could say that I have.  But I would be lying if I did; and that's something that breaks my heart yet also motivates me to share my thoughts on this matter, here.

Life is funny.

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like there have been many times when I have been privileged with the opportunity to witness something truly magical.  But was then instantly distracted with something like a messy house, a work deadline, or endless errands; quickly realizing all too late, that I had completely missed out on being apart of the the fleetingly remarkable moment I had been given.

That is how my children's childhood is for me.

I once stumbled upon a quote, from an unknown source, that said:

"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons."

And I believe that with every fiber of my being.  I'm sure you do too!  But why then, do we so easily allow ourselves to let the beauty of this season pass us by?

Oh how I wish I, or someone out there, had an answer to this!

I once heard that balance doesn't exist.  You simply have to learn how to pick and choose what is most important to you, and then put all of your focus and energy into that until you are willing/able to put your attention on something else.  For me, this is a concept that is very hard for me to grasp.  Ever since I was child myself, I got great satisfaction from order, routine, and quickly accomplishing things on my check lists.  However, since becoming a mother, my world of order, routine, and checklists is constantly upended; and sometimes I find myself having an internal mental break down.  Desperate to do everything I can to accomplish all of my daily goals, I can't tell you how many times I have told my children things like:

"We can't go for a walk today because I have 5 loads of laundry to do."

"I will come and color with you in a minute."

"No, I can't hold you right now because I'm in the middle of making dinner."

Not fully realizing that as I did this, I was missing out on precious moments of my children's childhood that I would never get to witness or be a part of again.

Slowly but surely, I have began to come to the realization that a clean house, met deadline, and accomplished errands aren't what make life worth while.  My children are.

Childhood is a Must-See Event.

Unlike T.V. reruns, reunion concert tours, and 2nd edition published books it only happens once, and when it's over, it's over.  Leaving each of us with only photographs, memories, and other small mementos to reminisce it.

I'm far from perfect, but one thing I will strive to become perfect in, is my role as Mother.  I have a hell of a lot of work to do, but I gladly except the highs and lows of this task because my children are one of the most important gifts I have ever been given and I want them to know they are more worthwhile than any roller coaster, getaway vacation, or Taylor Swift concert I may ever have the opportunity to experience.

Much Love,

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