Sometimes life goes backwards. You reconnect with a former friend who posts pictures on Facebook of your missionary outreach days in Budapest, Hungary.
You look at you children ages four and seven and wonder under which carpet the Sandman swept away those years.
If I could tell young moms a tidbit of advice, I’d say “Drop the chores for an hour and break out a coloring book. Nestle next to your precious child and color outside the lines. Don’t think forever is in your arms when you hold your precious baby and sing sweet go-to-sleep lullabies.”
Those backward days will roll out like a red carpet and before long, your precious offspring will walk down graduation and wedding isles.
Then you’ll find yourself sitting by the phone waiting for their calls as you gaze at their picture with longing.
Now at nearly fifty-two, I would give anything to go back in time and savor just one of those backward days. And if I could, I’d remember to sing.