I have been reflecting a ton on raising our children lately – who are now 22 and 19 because I blinked and poof it was gone. But my mind has been wondering back to the moments that mattered most. I’ve not been looking back on regrets or dumb-mom moves, and there were plenty of those, but I’ve found that all my favorite memories have been surrounded by time. Simply that. Captured moments of time that showed them they were fiercely loved.
In a world where we are constantly trying to find more time to get things done – children should never be in the “get things done” category of life.
It is much more complicated these days to raise kids than it was when mine were smaller. There are a few more gadgets that are beckoning, and for some… demanding, our time. We don’t waste time with our children. We don’t even spend time on our children. We invest our time together. Every minute you spend with your child is an investment, a deposit of love and guidance that will yield much value in their futures.
Even small bits of time like – Walking by them and squeezing their hand. Asking them random questions? Even better, ask them a question about something they told you the day before. That fills their tanks! Ask them how their day was… And then listen to them. This means the world to kids. They may not show it to you – but trust me, their hearts react to it and they will hold onto it forever.
I loved asking my kids for help or advice. Little things like, “Hey, I was uncomfortable with how I responded to that person… How do you think I should have responded? What would you have done?” Their worth tanks filled up every time. This let them know they mattered and that their opinions were valuable. It also created great dialogue between us.
Children are adults who haven’t happened yet. Children are the CEO’s of tomorrow’s future leaders. Children are future parents to your future grand-babies. Your time investment now has a great effect on your child’s tomorrow… on their generations future.
Children + Time = What really matters.
“My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, ‘You’re tearing up the grass.’ ‘We’re not raising grass,’ Dad would reply. ‘We’re raising boys.’” –Harmon Killebrew