As I bent down to pick up those little remnants of the day’s fun, I had to stop and remind myself:

There won’t always be Hot Wheels on my bedroom floor.

Because my heart needs that reminder sometimes.

The reminder to pause.

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Take a breath.

Slow down.

Choose gratitude over frustration.

Soak up the beauty—the undeniably messy beauty—of this season with my kids.

Because seasons come.

And seasons go.

There won’t always be Hot Wheels on my bedroom floor.

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And though I know the next season will be its own kind of magical . . . 

What a shame it is that there won’t always be Hot Wheels on my bedroom floor.

Originally published on Kisses From Boys with Krista Ward

 

Krista Ward

Krista is a former teacher turned stay-at-home mom to three insanely precious little boys, Hudson, Jones, and Royce. She is married to her best friend and high school sweetheart, Randy, who is the peanut butter to her chocolate. Krista hopes to be a light and joy to the world, especially other mamas feeling stuck in the daily grind, through her writing.