You know that thing where people, on the phone or in a text, will say to you, “One moment please, while I look at your account,” or whatever it is you are calling or texting about. It happened to me today and it got me thinking how long is that exactly, a moment. Sometimes it feels like a very short time to wait and then other times it feels like forever.
On the face of it, one moment please, is such a simple phrase, superficial even, but have you ever considered the beauty in it!
I Googled it and found that, in medieval times, a moment was in fact a measured unit of time. Wikipedia tells us, the movement of a shadow on a sundial covered forty-moments in a solar hour. A solar hour is one twelfth of the period between sunrise and sunset. Since the length of a solar hour depended on the length of a day, and varied pertaining to the season, the average length of a moment was believed to have been around ninety minutes.
How about that! How many moments do any of us experience or even acknowledge in our day. Made me wonder about all of my moments, you know, the special ones in my life. What if, when I die, I am asked what were my favorite moments in my life. In trying to recollect, I realized just how fortunate I am and have always been because I have so many beautiful moments to choose from. I feel so grateful right now.
My most treasured moments include my kids and grand-kids. My favorite one has to be the last time we were all together in New Zealand January 2017. My youngest son lives there with his wife and two adorable children, a girl and a boy. My older son and his, also adorable, daughter traveled with me back then for a visit. The girls were both four years old, and the boy was almost two years old at that time.
It was a day-out to Piha Beach on Auckland’s west coast. It was the Tasman Sea, the body of water that runs between Australia and New Zealand, shoved-in between the South Pacific Ocean to the north and the Indian Ocean to the south.
January is summer there and it was hot; sand burning your feet kind of hot. A volcanic beach holds onto heat so, when the tide goes out mud-pools litter the place, like many little welcome oases to dip scorched toes into. But that was not the moment I am thinking of.
The kids had a great time at the water’s edge as my sons clung to their tiny hands. Huge waves, some almost forty feet tall, way out at sea broke and rolled in. Lifeguards stayed alert on this beach which is known for fast rip currents and roaring surf. My daughter-in-law managed a swim along the edge while I paddled and took it all in, my heart overflowing. But that was not my moment either.
We resorted to pantomime for communication since we couldn’t hear each other yelling over the crash of roaring waves and battering wind while we chased our super-excited-kids back toward the sand, in the spill of those huge breakers. Afterward, there was lots of laughter as we dried ourselves, and the little-ones, on towels from various bags piled together on a beach that stretched for miles. But that was not my special moment yet.
A month or so before this trip, I had had this dream of climbing up over huge sand dunes and suddenly there we all were. With kids in hand and loaded with bags and chairs, like Himalayan sherpas, we clambered back up over the dunes to get to the showers and bathrooms at the parking lot. My younger son and his wife suggested we drive up the mountain to see some spectacular views of the bay.
We parked as high up as we could and hiked up the rest of the way. The view at the top was just like they had told us it would be, stunning! It totally took my breath away. It felt like we had traveled back in time and I kind of expected to see dinosaurs coming out of the caves down below us. I remember thinking you could fit an entire city into that bay, it was so wide and expansive. But that was not my moment either.
My moment came when we were hiking back down. I was in the rear bursting with love as I witnessed the joy in each of them. Then it suddenly exploded in me. Contentment filled me up as we all trekked down the path with the same purpose in our hearts. We moved like one person, one unit. Getting to the car and home, for baths and bedtime stories with these precious little ones had become a single purpose uniting us all together, as one family, for one moment in time.
That will be my answer if I am ever asked. That right there was my favorite moment in my life.
What will be your moment?
Grateful heart 💜x