My Successful Day

Last week, Emily graciously offered to take Abram to her house to play with Brady for the morning so I would be able to have a little time to myself. I had a grand plan of all sorts of things I wanted to accomplish during my time, including quite a bit of laundry and cleaning. Soon after Abe was gone, I had started a load of laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and taken a few online surveys. Then, the Lord brought to mind a message I heard back around Christmastime regarding 'success'. It seems that the world we live in so often connects success to busyness and productivity. If we have a productive day, it must thereby also be considered a successful day, right? Isn't that why so many families and marriages today are suffering as parents seek more money and more success by spending long hours working instead of investing their time into the lives of their children? Isn't that why so many children are involved in soccer, scouts, basketball, ballet, gymnastics, French classes, tutoring, art lessons, orchestra, and a myriad of other activities as they seek to be more cultured and "successful" individuals? I suddenly realized that my tiny little baby bundle, who is already up over a pound from his birth weight, was growing more every day and would only be this little for a very short time. So, I got Charlie out of his bed and held him while he slept. And as the dust on the end table next to me became less and less important, I just sat and held my baby boy. I accomplished little else that morning other than holding him, kissing his teeny lips, admiring the perfect craftsmanship of his tiny fingers and toes, praying for him, and thanking God for the amazing gift of my son and of being a mother. 25 years from now, even just 25 days from now, when he'll look so much different than he does today, I'll be so glad I let the cleaning go and just held my little boy--I think, it was an incredibly successful day.