I have a saying posted near my computer that says “Live for the moments you can’t put into words”, and that’s how I feel many times when I sit down to write this blog. So many moments in life that are hard to define, but you just want to share with others somehow. They say “a picture is worth a thousand words”, especially for those of us who are visual learners, and I suppose that’s why Facebook is so popular with the unlimited ability to post photos and videos which tell their stories with barely a word being written sometimes.
I envy the writers who are so gifted that they can paint a picture with words every time they put pencil to paper. Sometimes, my words will flow from my mind onto the page like a smooth flowing stream, but other times, the words I need to express myself elude me somehow.
We all have those moments in our lives that are bigger than life itself, that stand out in our minds so brightly you can almost taste them. Like riding a bicycle as a kid on a hot summer day, the wind in your face and the smell of the dirt beneath your tires rising up in the air.
Or the long sunny days at the pool where the scent of chlorine and the sound of the water splashing and the children screaming takes you back to another time and place where you were either one of the happy kids enjoying the freedom from school or maybe a young mother with little ones of your own at the kiddie pool for the afternoon.
Then there are the family vacations where you all piled into a car and headed out west to see Mount Rushmore, the Badlands, or maybe even drive to the top of Pike’s Peak where you had a snowball fight in July, just so you could say you did. Remember fighting with your brother or sister in the back seat while your dad yelled from the front “Don’t make me come back there!”? And of course, the 15th time you ask to buy another souvenir, he says “Do you think money grows on trees?”
Another often repeated saying is “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans”, which is so true. How many times do we look back on our lives and wish we’d stopped and smelled the flowers a little bit longer, instead of being in such a rush to grow up, get a great job, make lots of money, etc.? One day, we turn around and suddenly we are no longer young with our whole lives ahead of us, and if we haven’t really lived and experienced each precious little moment of time the good Lord has given us, we will be full of regret and maybe even bitterness.
So the next time your child or maybe grandchild asks you to go for a walk, read a book, push them in the swing, or maybe come to their next baseball game or swim meet; you will turn off the TV, silence your cell phone, get off the sofa and experience life on the back roads before it’s too late!
By Debbie Dovel