Just for a few minutes every day, it would really help to have a time machine.
When it’s 10 degrees outside in Mississippi and your car won’t start and your fingers are blue. Into the time machine you go, cruise back to June. Sunny. 85.
When you have an argument with your spouse (in which you were totally right to say what you said), and you are about five seconds away from throwing dishes. Stop. Hop in the time machine back to the very first day you met, and the birds were chirping, and the harps were playing.
When your children bring home questionable report cards, leave their room a mess, bicker, fight, complain, roll their eyes, stare at their phones. Bam. Time machine. Back to the day when you never even had those little rascals. (kidding). Don’t go that far back, just dial your little time machine back to the day they were born.
The striped hospital blanket.
The first car seat.
The first ride home to the first night alone.
Your heart exploding.
Your life totally focused on that one perfect baby.
I got that chance to step back into a time machine last week. Amanda had her baby Wednesday and she is beautiful. 6 pounds 4 ounces of snuggle. Visiting her in the hospital reminded me of those first days of my own children. Reminded me of the excitement and the love that started 9 months before those same delivery rooms.
It also reminded me that I don’t need a time machine. The best times aren’t behind us at all. They are all happening right now in front of our eyes. So we should cherish them. Watch that little baby grow out of that car seat, from a scoot to a crawl to a walk, from a babble to a sentence, from their first prayer to accidentally saying curse words in church, girlfriends and boyfriends, driving, college.
Maybe a time machine wouldn’t be too bad after all.
Congratulations Amanda and Cody on your perfect baby girl Anna Mae!