The Days are Long. The Years are Short.
A friend challenged me with the title of my blog, this week. I have chewed on it and about have it digested. It resonates with me. It challenges me. Can you relate with this thought also? The days are long. The years are short.
I can blame the revelation that the years are short on several things. Aubrey, our eldest. Sixteen. Enjoying life at full throttle. Loving life here, but toying with returning next year to the States to finish out his junior and senior year. Which would equal the end of my direct parenting. HELLO!?! The years are short. He was JUST the newborn in NICU fighting for LIFE. More revelation: eighteen years of marriage. Twenty years of being Darron’s best friend. Why I can still remember blowing dandelion seeds together as our love began. SHORT YEARS. Then the fact that we are working on year four here. I still vividly remember stepping off the airplane onto the hot muggy airport tarmac and wondering what life would hold for us in Papua.
Are the days long? You bet. Toddler years. Four kids, in seven years. Diapers, tepee cups, bedtime stories (over and over again). Home schooling (on year eleven). Delivering forgotten lunches and backpacks. Listening to boys hearts or trying to figure them out without being told. Redirecting, redirecting, redirecting (this equals mothering boys…I’ll share those insights in my book on BOYS….haha). Keeping romance alive in the day to day rut of life. Many days gone by with not enough acknowledgment or appreciation for each other. Trying to practically date in a land that is not conducive to dating (we are making healthy strides in this department….I’ll share that in the book on Fighting for Love). Living life in a third world country. My shortest day in the kitchen is three hours. That is with someone washing my dishes. The internet has been on with a pathetic 1-4 minutes on and 10 minutes off cycle for most of our return. This makes doing any kind of business on the Web, take hours longer. And the ….. (Book title….????) I just am going to stop right there. It’s tough. The days are long.
Are your days long? It doesn’t matter whether we are in the parenting years, the mid years or the golden years. The reasons can be as varied as too busy, too stressed and too bored. Too hot, too tired, too under challenged. Too disappointed in ourselves or others. And so much more…..
I hope that you will agree with me, that the years are short. For me it means that I need to listen more earnestly to Mr. 16 and Mr. 14. To not worry about the golden/orange hair dye (I kid you not), but to only worry about the heart. To read another story and muzzle my nose into Mr. 9’s hair because in just a fleeting moment of time it won’t even be appropriate for me to drink in that AMAZING smell of COMPLETE boyhood. To not be inpatient as Mr. 11 tries in deepest and sincerest earnest to read, as he struggles over words like the, they, then and there…..but can read vivacious, impossible and Bulgaria with no problem. To WORK on making Darron the delight of my heart. To drink in his love for me and seek to find ways to keep our love FRESH, ALIVE and not STAGNANT. To survive well here. To thrive in the mission land, as a mission woman, with not a huge mission. And yet to trust that my time here is making a difference……
So to long days and short years…..I raise my glass (of passion fruit juice, the juice like non other) and say, “Lets embrace what is before us, for in a moment it will be gone.”