7 HUGS, 3 children, 4 adults (1 husband, 1 Sunday school teacher, 2 neighborhood friends)
All week long I have been thinking about and praying for my 4 year old’s Sunday school teacher. After church last week she was involved in an accident and was in the ICU. My 4 year old made a card for her and we planned on bringing flowers, but the timing didn’t seem right to contact her. It wasn’t until today that I finally made the call to the hospital to see how she was doing. She had just left ICU that morning. (great timing!) She was thrilled to hear from us and was excited for us to stop by. Thankfully she is doing well. A long recovery road ahead, but her outlook was incredibly positive.
This accident had me thinking all week about what life is all about. (Just read yesterday’s post and you will see it has been on my mind!) I often think about bucket lists and where I want to see myself in 5 years. I think about what direction I want my life to take and what I can accomplish. Does any of that really matter? Sure, to me they do. But, who do they matter to when I am gone? I won’t care if I haven’t published a book after I am gone. I won’t care if I ever got around to taking that cruise in Hawaii after I am gone. None of it will matter because I won’t be here. But, you know who will? My children. My grandchildren (hopefully), family and friends who loved me. Will they care that I accomplished the goals I set for myself in life? Perhaps. Will they think of them often and remember me fondly by those goals? Probably not. They will remember the memories that I created with them. Memories that they will carry through the rest of their lives remembering the person I was and how I made them feel. I decided that is what is most important. Sure, I will still strive for my goals, but along the way, if my 4 year old wants to go to an outdoor movie with just me, then goals, chores, responsibilities be damned. I am going to that movie.
When the movie ended. He jumped into my lap, threw his arms around me and exclaimed, “Best Night EVER!” That is what matters.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.