I changed the picture on my blog a few days ago. My son was jumping on the trampoline and I was trying out my new camera. I caught several amazing moment of him in midair. Smiling. Happy. Carefree. Playing with his hat like it was the best thing in the world.
For a moment, it was.
Life has been hard around here lately. I haven't written about it much, but transitions are tough for our family. Little ones are like thunderstorms, but this moving countries was a flood that carried us away. We are just now finding some dry land, but the water is still rising. After days of complete turmoil, I ask myself, "Why did I think this would be a good idea?"
That is why the moments of grace have been especially sweet this week.
"Bye, Raccon," I said with an ache in my heart. He has needed me so much lately and I haven't been able to be there for him. "Bye, Sweetie," he replied.
"She's nice, Mommy," he whispered to me in our new doctor's office. The Lord heard this momma's cry and answered it.
"Thank-you, Mommy!" And a big kiss on my leg after I told him he could have more ice cream (a special one we found).
His childhood is like that one moment I caught where he is suspended in the air. Time stopped for a moment, then rushed on. The things that are driving me crazy this week will be gone soon enough. I will not wish their childhood away, it is fleeting enough already.