Coffee in 28 Years?

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Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend that I had not seen in a very long time ... as in years.  I met her when she was a teenager and I a young woman of 22 years old.  We sat across from each other, coffee in hands, recounting the years that had passed between us.  

 As the day drew to a close, I began to reflect on the years that have passed between me and my coffee date.  Despite the number of days on a calendar that would prove a great number of hours and minutes have ticked on the proverbial clock of life, it seemed as if time sped by in a racing car that I was unaware had even passed my way.

 Because of my passion to see young women navigate the waters of motherhood successfully, young Moms are on my heart this morning.  Before you know it, Young Momma, 28 years will have come and gone.  You may find yourself sitting in a cafe across from someone in your past.  Your children will not be cutting teeth, cutting their hair when you are not looking, or cutting up your favorite curtains.  They will be 28 years older.  Your season of motherhood will have passed. 

 In 28 years, I have gotten married, birthed babies, raised children, and have sent some of those children into the world.  

 I've said it times too numerous to count ... hold on to the days.  Hold on to the days!!!  Each season has its own treasures.  Enjoy and embrace the season you are now in!  Don't recoil from the day's events.  Don't bear grudgingly the tasks on your list for today.  They.go.too.fast.

 Being back in Norman at times feels surreal.  It highlights the time that has passed since we raised our three girls here in this city.  One of those past seasons included something called a Bridge of Beauty.  You see, once upon a time, when our family lived in Norman, so focused was this Mom on her daughter's carrying traditions in their heads and hearts of happy childhoods that she created moments - and lots of them.  Taking one of her favorite routes through town via her silver minivan, the Mom realized on one particularly spectacular Fall day that the trees covered the street creating a canopy of sorts of splendidly covered red, brown and orange leaves.  At that very moment, she called this her girls' "Bridge of Beauty".  She told them to capture the moment in their heads just as they would a digital camera.  From now on, every time they would see a similar scene, it would forever be their "Bridge of Beauty" moment.

 Libby and I drove under that Bridge of Beauty.  We will celebrate this season!  We will make our days count!!



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