The weekend went way too fast and now that it's all history, I can hardly believe it ever happened. I couldn't have been happier when we decided to take the whole family back to Pennsylvania for weekend Youth Conference where John was one of the guest speakers. And the bonus was it was the church where Austin attends while he is teaching.
Conrad decided to join us also and he flew in from WA. I hope we didn't traumatize anyone by descending upon their community, but they were very gracious hosts. They gave us a guesthouse with enough room for us all. That was a tremendous gift. It allowed us time together with Austin after all the scheduled Menno meals and snacks. :)
I chose to treasure the moments we had as a family. Nothing big and earthshaking, but a feeling of settled contentment of being together. It was a pleasure to see where Austin churches and teaches and lives, and watching him in his world. And I discovered this wasn't my little boy anymore, but some grown up (slightly more mature) son who is finding his way in the world.
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| History Class |
And my mother's heart swelled with pride to hear how much he is appreciated and how he throws himself into the church and community. It was a little easier leaving him there knowing he is making a difference and contributing to the lives of these children whom he interacts with every day.
I'm learning to embrace the moments I have with my husband and children. And to enjoy the small things that make special memories instead of wishing for more and having my hopes dashed.
We did get one day together. A crazy ride in the driving rain all the way back to BWI to get Conrad who flew in a day later than we did. A drive all the way back to Shippensburg listening to the boys cracking jokes in the back seat. But I found myself smiling as I knew the children were enjoying just being together.
And a memorable meal at Cracker Barrel. I wanted to freeze the moment so I could savor it forever, but I just sat and listened as they chatted about life and competed with the Peg Games that were on the tables. (They even swiped some from nearby tables so they wouldn't have to take turns. Even their dad!)
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| Waiting for lunch at Cracker Barrel |
Aww! The moments that make up life. Now I'm home feeling full and content. I choose to embrace these tiny moments. They are so small and rare, and sometimes they seem insignificant. But then I remember it's those small moments that shape who my children actually are becoming. And if I can just enjoy them instead of longing for the impossible, I am giving my children a priceless gift. The gift of learning to embrace each moment that make up the tapestry of our whole story. Now please excuse me now while I go wipe a few nostalgic tears!
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