This post is part of the Five Minute Friday link up on here, where each writer gets one word and five minutes to write.
Today’s Five Minute Friday Theme: Choose
It was last Friday when my to-do list outnumbered my hours. The house was a wreck, numerous projects were only half done, the dirty dishes overflowing on the countertop.
That’s when my daughter asked, “Mom are you coming on my field trip today? “
Such a simple question. Such hard answers.
I shook my head and told her I had too much to do. “Maybe another time.” I said as we left for school.
I ran from expectation to expectation that day, thinking of the field trip in between appointments. I could get the house cleaned another time, I thought. The work I planned will get done another day. The errands, the phone calls, the expectations—why do we live for these and not each other?
I wouldn’t have another shot at spending today with my girl.
So I slipped away from the messy house, from the to-do list with a thousand things, and stepped on the school bus with my girl, whose face lit up when she saw I was there, her hand reaching for mine.
Sometimes choosing means showing up.
Sometimes choosing means putting off the immediate and investing in what really matters.
Sometimes choosing doesn’t involve saying anything.
It’s about trying.
Will she remember this moment?
Who can really say what the heart remembers?
But I will remember when I chose her.
When I chose love.