My Prayer : For My Babies

One of the benefits of being on maternity leave is the ability to catch up on watching my shows.  One particular guilty pleasure that I love watching is The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.  Yes, I probably  have just cheapened this post by even mentioning that it was a reality show than has inspired this post. . but. . . c'est la vie. . . I honor the truth.
Today as I was watching the season finale the show was centered around the wedding of one of daughters.  During the Mother of the Bride speech one of the key quotations was "It has been an honor to be your mother".  What a poignant quote. . . that sent an immediate tugging feeling to my heart.

What an honor I have found it to be to be a mother of these two beautiful blessings that God has placed in our life.  The past five years with Brooklyn have been nothing short of life changing and magical. . . and in the past week since Easton was born my life has been enriched even more.  I don't know what I did to deserve such amazing blessings in my life. . . but there is one thing I am certain of - God is good. 

My prayer for my babies is that God reminds me and them to savor every magical moment.  To remember that time goes far too quickly and that soon we'll be looking back at memories that we wish we could relive and cling to.  I pray that God reminds me to turn off the tv, the computer, the electronic devices and just be IN the moment more often.  Life is so much more than just how smart you are or about what fun gadgets you have.  Life is about making memories with these precious lives that God entrusts us with. 

Perhaps this rings so true to me right now because I've spent many moments over the last week reminicing about how much has happened since Brooklyn was Easton's age.  All the memories. . all the moments. . . the things that I want to etch on my soul for all time so that I never forget the moments with my sweet baby girl. 

The reality of life is that time goes so fast. . . that before we know it our sweet babies are big kids and eventually adults. . we only get them in our homes for so much time.  Please, God, let me rejoice in their individual strengths and individual beauty. . . help me celebrate with them the small moments and the big moments.  Let me love them to the depths of my soul and please be sure they never EVER doubt how much their mommy and daddy love them. 

Because. . truly. . . is there anything more precious than loving and being loved by a child?

Baby Brooklyn

Baby Easton