Today I re-read the beautiful essay on motherhood called Goodbye Dr. Spock by Anna Quindlen, I was struck by one passage in particular. (And, as it turns out, even though it was written years ago, the essay lends a great perspective to discussion of this week’s TIME Magazine cover.) Quindlen writes:
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while [raising children]. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.
This is particularly meaningful to me today as I think about all that has happened in the past year. One year ago today:
My husband was deployed. Back “downrange” after a short R&R visit and an emergency Red Cross-sponsored visit when my dad transferred to hospice care.
My dad was five days away from dying.
We thought our family was complete. Max didn’t exist. Not even in my dreams.
July 2011
Life changes in the blink of an eye. Or takes on a direction you never imagined over the course of a year. If this year has taught me anything it’s that I need to do a better job of living in the moment. I need to treasure the doing and being with my family. Every moment. Every day. Because this? Now? Will be gone before I even know it.
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Happy Mother’s Day, mamas.









































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