As I age, time with family is becoming increasingly important to me. A couple days ago my daughter and I went mulberry picking. In case you don’t know, mulberries look somewhat like raspberries or blackberries. When ripe they are dark purple to black and have a sweet flavor. Anyway, we had seen them on a tree on our rural church property and I suggested we should go over sometime soon and pick some.
It was definitely a memorable experience. We had gotten all we could from the lower branches, but the plump, juicy ones were higher up where we couldn’t reach. Well, not to be beaten by a mulberry tree, I took the necessary action. Amy seemed a bit concerned as I stood atop the ladder—which was slanting downhill—and she was at eye level with the black and yellow warning sticker that reads: “DO NOT STAND ON TOP OF LADDER.”
“Don’t worry, Amy. That sticker is for other people.”
I lived to tell about it and we got those sweet, juicy mulberries.
Well, I really didn’t have time for mulberry picking. I was pretty busy that day. But I realized I didn’t have time not to go. You see, she’s my baby and she just graduated from high school. (I have no idea how she could have graduated when she just started kindergarten a few months ago.) At this point, I know I don’t have much time left with her at home. So we went. Together. Just Amy and me, picking mulberries and making memories.
I wasn’t a bad parent when the kids were younger, but I fear I was too busy. Truth be told, I still am most of the time. Yet I’m learning that, like the old saying goes, love is spelled T-I-M-E.
This morning my son and daughter-in-law were leaving on a trip. We won’t see them—or eight-month-old granddaughter—for several days. So we stopped over to drop off some things they needed for the trip. Don’t tell them, but the bigger motivation was to spend a few moments with them before they left.
If you have family, love them today!