Little Soliders.

{in our nursery before we moved, November 2012}

I’m watching the boys quietly play in the morning. I’m wiping the counter, sweeping the floor, loading breakfast’s dishes. I have a million things to do. I’m a million miles away. Who would have known my biggest struggle in motherhood is to truly be present?

Moments come and then they are gone. So are the years.

I was listening to Christmas music this morning and this song came on. It always makes me cry. If there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Christmas somehow makes us feel deeply all the feelings we find in our hearts. Sadness, disappointment, heartache, pain, fear, and joy. I’ve often wondered why it hurts so much to see time slipping from us; to watch our children grow and our lives change. I don’t exactly know the answer, only that I believe all that hurts in life, God will soothe and make whole in the next. 

Little soldier under the tree

Play a Christmas song for me

All the house is slumbering deep

But I have secrets I must keep

Father Time comes creeping in

We fight back but he will win

If I asked one Christmas wish then it would be

Soldier, could you win back time for me?

Little soldier, tap, tap your beat

I will stand on Daddy's feet

We will dance as if I were ten

Even if it's just pretend

Father Time comes creeping in

We fight back but he will win

If I asked one Christmas wish then it would be

Soldier, could you win back time for me?