My youngest fell in love with these wave runners that were glued to the floor on the little kids area of the waterpark. He pretty much just wanted to sit on them and shoot water at people the whole time if he wasn't floating in the lazy river. He told me they weren't shooting water out of their squirters, but that they were squirting out cheese. Both days he told me this. I envisioned him riding a giant can of spray cheese, but it quickly got boring to just stand there and watch him squirt
Later, we made a second trip to the arcade. Nana generously gave each of the boys money for more tokens, so they all headed off to find their favorites from the first visit. Nick's was one of those claw machines that picks up candy, and if you miss, you get to try again. Perfect for a three year old. Success on every try. He was in heaven. I, however, was bored again. And I was worrying about him running out of tokens. And not getting any tickets. And not getting to play any of the other games. Until I remembered how happy the
Finally, once we had made it back home and were doing the bedtime thing, I was once again ready to be done and move on. I laid in their room with the boys, waiting for them to go to sleep, silently wishing they would hurry up. Then I thought of just trying to be present in the moment again. I thought how blessed I am to have two healthy little boys to love. And then I thought of three mothers I know, who would have given anything to be in that same situation I was wishing to hurry along. A good friend whose son is very sick and in the hospital again for surgery. A mom who is planning a pancake fundraiser to honor the little girl she lost to cancer, instead of snuggling with her in bed. A mom who lost a son to cancer, and would give anything just to kiss him goodnight and tell him she loves him, even if he were asleep. They wouldn't be wishing to hurry the moment along. They would be wishing for it to never end.
And it hit me. Or God whispered. Or whatever.... It's not all about me! Duh. I really don't think I'm that self-centered, but I definitely needed the reminder that it's not all about ME. It's all about showing love, spreading joy, to those we love. Even showing love, God's love, to people we don't know.
Imagine that. It's not all about me.
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me,
I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'
"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least
of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'
Matthew 25:35-40 (New International Version)