Making each moment count

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*post originally published during “My One Month” series.

Looking at life from a “One Month” perspective has really made me think about the decisions I make every day.

And I’m realizing more and more that it’s often the littlest choices that can have the greatest impact.

Like the other night with my son…

It had been a busy night and Mike was working late. I’d been rushing around making an early dinner and helping the kids with their homework before heading off to take my daughter to cheer practice.

On the way home from dropping her off, I looked at the time and sighed. It was already 7:30pm and I still had a lot to do…

“Mom?” my son asked as we drove into our neighborhood. “Since it’s just you and me, can we go for a walk when we get home?”

I looked at the darkening sky.

It was a school night, and he still had to take a shower and finish his reading homework and…

I was about to say no.

But then I stopped and thought, If I really had one month to live, would I pass this up?

It’s not often that my son and I go for walks together, just the two of us.

“Sure,” I told him.

As we headed out, there was only a faint line of sunlight left on the horizon. The neighborhood was quiet and the air was warm. It was beautiful.

My son looked up at me and smiled. “Thanks for saying yes about the walk, Mom. I thought for sure you were gonna say no.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

And I thought, how many times do I miss opportunities like this and not even realize it?

We headed across the park to the school playground. “C’mon!” he called, running ahead of me, “Let’s find a ball.” (There are usually one or two left over from the school day.) A couple of sprinklers were running and the grass was soaked. He ran across it anyway.

Not the grass, I groaned inside. It’s wet…

But I kept my mouth shut.

Because if this was my last month, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t care if he got muddy.

“Look!” he called a few seconds later, proudly pulling a ball out of the bushes. He splashed back across the grass, beaming. “I’m gonna teach you how to play wall ball, Mom.”

He served the ball hard, sending it sailing. It hit the wall and bounced back toward me.

Let me just say that, as someone who usually closes my eyes when a ball is flying at me (and hopes it lands elsewhere) it took a little effort to jump in and hit that wet thing and act like I was having fun.

But that’s what I did.

And before I knew it, I was having fun.

Back and forth, we played. Our wrists and arms (and my t-shirt) got filthy. But I didn’t care. What I cared about was the smile on my son’s face. And the sound of his laughing.

After a few minutes, he stopped and held the ball on his hip. “Okay, Mom. Now I’m gonna teach you my specialties,” he said. I never knew that there were so many different kinds of serves in wall ball. Or that hitting the ball up over the wall is called a tree-top.

By the end of the night, I felt like a pro. And I might’ve even impressed my son a little because when we were done, he asked, “Did you play this when you were a kid?”

We had a great time together, and I’ll never forget it.

I hope he doesn’t either.

And even though he ended up getting to bed late that night, and he was tired the next day, it was worth it.

I’ve already decided that the next time either of my kids asks me to go for a spur-of-the-moment-walk, I’m going to say yes without a second thought.

And who knows, maybe I’ll even surprise them and ask them first.
From the book One Month to Live:

“Time once spent cannot be reclaimed. Once an hour, minute, or moment is over, it’s gone forever. However, we can redeem the remaining time we have.”

4 Comments on Making each moment count

  1. Tracy
    October 21, 2011 at 4:34 pm (6 years ago)

    Lovely post. I shared it on Facebook. We all need to do for our kids, I believe most of the time, they bring out the best in us. Thank you!

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  2. Debbie's L'Bri
    October 22, 2011 at 4:31 am (6 years ago)

    The other day I was working on the computer and my 14 year old walked into the room. I turned the sound off and turned around. My 6 year old as me why I shut it off and my 15 year old told him because he was more important than what was on the computer. I high fived him and told him that he was right!

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  3. Recovering Church Lady
    October 22, 2011 at 9:35 pm (6 years ago)

    I am new to your site and this post was perfectly timely and so right on! My mom passed in May and I was not ready for her to go, so these kinds of thoughts come often. It has caused me to do many things differently in my day.

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  4. Blue-Eyed Bride
    October 24, 2011 at 8:37 pm (6 years ago)

    Hi! I found your blog in my BlogHer banner this morning and I love this post so much. It totally choked me up and I have shared it with everyone I know today. Thank you for writing this and being so honest and reminding us to slow down and just be with our kids.

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