While You’ve Got Time…

Earlier this week, I asked Wyatt if he wanted to run to the soccer field like his “baba” (Benjamin). He kept his pudgy little hand gripped firmly on mine and told me, “No, Mama. Baba’s five. I’m two. Hold my hand.” And that was the most sensible thing I’ve heard all week.

Time is our most precious commodity. It’s the only thing we don’t get back or earn on a success ladder. It’s in the very human concept of time that God creates space for the rhythm of relationships.

Today the boys took long afternoon naps, and then asked to go to the beach. And you know what? 5pm on a warm winter’s day seemed like exactly the right time to watch Benjamin dance and splash, basking in a sunset and joyful regulation. It was the right time to keep Wyatt’s hand tightly in mine, cheering for his brother and enjoying pint-sized adventures.

It only took 45 minutes to create an entire load of laundry, fill the van with sand, and leave us with a bucket of dirty toys to wash. And it was time well spent. I think they both fell asleep smiling.