Sometimes I miss it. It is staring me in the face. Opportunity. I miss it because I don't see it for what it is. I see it as a problem. A something to get through. An I can't wait til that's over. It is something to be solved. It is a negative not a positive.
As a mom, I have plenty of opportunities to serve.
Change a diaper. A foul one. That escaped up the back.
Pick up another toy. After I stepped on it. In the dark.
Read a great book. Again. For the thousandth time. About a stuffed bear.
I miss it as an opportunity because I don't label at such. Sometimes it's a chore to me. But it is growing me. It gives me a chance to love a little one. One who is a treasure and a gift.
And in return, who can ever measure the return on that.
Five minute Friday
I am so thankful for this writing challenge every week. Why not join? It is easy.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.