"The Moment Matters... In many ways, it's all that matters"

"No, not now."

"Maybe later."

As a mom of little ones, these are phrases of convenience when in a hurry, in the middle of a project... or just plain tired.

I was getting ready for a hurried day of housework and garage sale organizing.

{Yes, I'm still working on that.  If you'd like tips on procrastination, you know where to find me.}

The girls ask, "Can we have a pan to pour bubbles in?"

In a matter of seconds, my mind raced with thoughts of ...

I'm in a hurry

...will have to stop what I'm doing to look for the pan

pan = mess
spilled bubbles = tears 
lots of wasted bubbles

"No."

Then I remembered the words I read in a magazine and remembered,
moments matter.

So simple, yet so profound

In just a few years from now, the girls will not remember what a success the garage sale was {or anything else that was on mommy's to-do list, for that matter}.

Hopefully, they will remember that mom changed her mind {throwing the day's schedule out the window} and dug deep in the cabinets to find the perfect pan... to enjoy the moment.

"No."
That small word could have robbed us of these moments...

A sea of stuffed animal fun.

 

{Where's the carpet Waldo?}

 

Enjoying the warmth before the cold.

 

Moon sand.

 

Big Bubbles.

{Yes, Gracie is wearing different clothes.  It's a continuous fashion show in our house.}

 

"Look, Mom, I'm eating the lollipop."

 

Jasmine's always good for at least one rodeo show.

{That's what we call it when she sprints around the yard in circles.  We just move out of the way!}

The pan did leave a mess.
Bubbles did spill {much bigger than you see here}, but there were no tears.
Bubbles wasted?  I wouldn't say so.

We made moments... and that's what mattered.