We each get about twenty five thousand mornings, twenty five thousand nights, twenty five thousand days–in a life time; how many of those mornings are we mindful of how few we have? Twenty-five thousand may seem like a lot, but in reality those twenty-five thousand mornings slip by so fast. If you do not grip them tight, they will slip through your fingers like light and water. Once they are gone, they are gone, and can never be reclaimed.
Of those twenty-five thousand mornings, only a few hundred are filled with the smile of a waking child still young enough to climb in your bed in the middle of the night. The nights spent rocking with a child who wants to sit on your lap are so few, and soon gone. Before you know it, those precious mornings are over, and they can never be relived. We spend so many nights and so many days struggling to accumulate the worldly wealth to buy the detritus that we have been told we need to be happy. Of the twenty-five thousand days we get, how many are spent cleaning up the spills, and the messes of a child? So few that in the grand-scheme, in the course of a life, they will account for nothing. When your child spills yogurt on the rug, how few of those hours does it take to clean, or even replace it? When your twenty five thousand mornings are coming to an end, it is a sure bet that you would give anything for a few more of those days that you complain about now. When your precious little princess is gone, and has children of her own, you will look back with longing for the days that you sat up late with a crying child, when you had to bathe her twice in the same day, or when she painted her sister with chocolate. The days spent earning the money to have the stuff you think you need will seem like days that were wasted. The mornings spent with a child, reading a book, telling a story, playing a game, will seem like heaven on earth.
You have twenty five thousand days, more or less, make them count, use them well, waste them not.