Today I took Lydia to the park. I walked 1.25 miles (I’ve got to fit into a bathing suit in less than a month!). Then Lydia and I played at the playground. There were a lot of kids there and most of them had matching shirts. Finally, I figured out they were having a Preschool Graduation party–from the same daycare I went to when I was a kid! I was in daycare from the time I was 6 weeks old. My parents always worked and even worked two jobs for us sometimes.
It gave me a weird feeling to see all those kids there. I remember being at that daycare. Seeing pictures of myself at 3 years old. Dressing up, singing songs, playing on the playground and making friends all clearly stick out in my mind.
Just a few years ago, my mom and dad were probably at the park with me celebrating my preschool graduation. In fact, while we were walking the trail, I saw a field where I clearly remember playing as a family–Daddy throwing us up in the air, Jason running around and us eating on a blanket.
Now I’m on the other end. I’m the mom bringing her daughter to the park. I’ll be at the preschool graduation soon. Then I’ll be at the High School Graduation. Then I’ll be the Grandmother.
It’s almost too much to take in. If I think about it too long, it’s physical. It’s like losing your breath.
Oh, how I want to make every moment count in my daughter’s life! I don’t want to wake up one day and say,”Who is this teenager?” or be surprised at her desires and dreams. I want to partner with her, to partner with God and to see her partner with God so she can live her dreams.
All this flew through my head while watching little kids on the playground.