Today was one of those classic family birthdays—cake on the table, off-key singing, and my dad grinning wider with every “Happy Birthday” verse. We gave him his favorite wine (which he pretends to be an expert about but mostly just loves for the stories on the label), and my daughter Iris insisted on helping him hold it for the big photo.
Everyone was laughing and joking, but I noticed Iris was a little quieter than usual. She stayed close to my dad’s side, kept hugging him, and didn’t even argue when it was time to snap a dozen pictures. After we’d blown out the candles, I caught her staring up at him, serious in a way you don’t expect from a kid her age.
Later, as we were cleaning up, she tugged on my sleeve and said, “Mom, I want to remember every second of Grandpa’s birthday. I want to remember all of it, while he’s still here with us.” I swear, I almost dropped the plates right there. I didn’t expect her to say something so big, so true. Sometimes you forget how much kids notice, how deeply they feel the things we try not to say out loud.
I realized that Iris had always been so perceptive, always picking up on the smallest of details. As I looked at her, her bright green eyes filled with so much emotion, it felt like the weight of her words was sitting heavy in my chest. She was just eight years old, but the wisdom she shared in that moment seemed beyond her years. It was a reminder that sometimes, the things we take for granted—the things we think are permanent—aren’t.
I’d been so caught up in the everyday grind, trying to balance work, family, and all the little stresses of life, that I hadn’t stopped to really think about what mattered most. We get so busy worrying about the future, we forget to appreciate what we have in the present. I hadn’t even noticed how much my dad’s health had declined over the past year. The man who used to be able to do anything, the guy who could fix anything with his hands and who always had a joke ready for any situation, was now slowing down. His steps were a little shakier, his energy a little more drained. But I kept pushing that thought aside, because I didn’t want to face it.
I tried to shake off the heaviness Iris’s words had left behind. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, crouching down to her level. “Grandpa’s doing great. We’re going to have many more birthdays together.” But even as I said it, a part of me knew I was just comforting myself more than her.
That night, after Iris had gone to bed, I sat down on the couch beside my husband, Ben. He noticed the look on my face immediately, the way my shoulders were tense, the furrow in my brow.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, placing his hand on mine. “You seem off.”
“I’m fine,” I replied, but it wasn’t true. “I just… I don’t know. Iris said something earlier, and it got me thinking.”
Ben raised an eyebrow. “What did she say?”
“She said she wanted to remember every second of Grandpa’s birthday. That she wanted to remember it all while he’s still here.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “I know it’s just a kid’s thing to say, but it made me realize that I’ve been taking my dad for granted. I’ve been so caught up in everything else, I haven’t stopped to appreciate him as much as I should.”
Ben squeezed my hand. “We all get busy. But it sounds like Iris has a good reminder for us.”
I nodded. “I feel like I’ve been living in the future, always worrying about what’s coming next, and not paying enough attention to what’s right in front of me. I need to change that.”
Ben looked at me with understanding. “It’s easy to do that. We all do it. But you’re right. We need to appreciate the moments we have.”
That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about Iris’s words. How often do we ignore the present moment? How often do we wait for things to get worse before we truly start to appreciate what we have? I realized I had been taking my dad for granted, assuming he’d always be around, that I’d always have the luxury of seeing him every week, laughing together over dinner, or sharing stories about his younger days.
The next morning, I woke up early, feeling a sense of clarity I hadn’t had in a while. I grabbed my phone and sent my dad a message before he woke up: Hey, just wanted to let you know that I love you and I’m so grateful for you. I know I don’t always say it, but I really appreciate everything you do for our family.
It felt good to send that message, and I hoped he would see it before the day got busy. But I didn’t expect it to hit him the way it did.
A few hours later, my dad called me, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re making me tear up over here,” he said, his voice shaky. “I’m not used to you saying things like that. But I’ll take it. I love you, too, kiddo. More than you know.”
We talked for a little while longer, and I could hear the joy in his voice as he shared stories from his childhood, stories I hadn’t heard in years. It was a reminder that even in the everyday chaos, there was so much love to give, and so much more to be thankful for.
But life has a funny way of testing us, doesn’t it?
A week later, my dad had an appointment with his doctor for a routine checkup. When the results came back, the news wasn’t good. His heart wasn’t as strong as it used to be, and there were some other complications that had gotten worse over the past few months. I didn’t want to admit it, but the doctor’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. My dad wasn’t invincible. Time was moving faster than I realized.
I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to face the truth. But that afternoon, I sat with Iris and tried to explain what was happening. She could tell something was wrong. “Is Grandpa going to be okay?” she asked, her voice small and unsure.
I hugged her tightly, fighting back tears. “Grandpa’s going to fight as hard as he can, sweetheart. But sometimes, the best thing we can do is spend time with the people we love and cherish the moments we have together.”
She nodded, her little brow furrowed. “I’m going to spend more time with him, Mom. I want to make every moment count.”
I couldn’t believe it—my eight-year-old daughter was teaching me more than I could ever teach her. I had spent so much time worrying about the future, about what might happen, that I’d forgotten to live in the present. I was so focused on the “what ifs” that I missed out on the “right nows.”
From that point on, I made a promise to myself: I would stop waiting for the perfect moments. I would stop putting off spending time with my dad, waiting for things to get better or easier. I would make time for the people I loved and be fully present in those moments, because life doesn’t wait for you to be ready.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. I took my dad out for lunch more often, I visited him on weekends without a second thought, and I even took the time to have long, heartfelt conversations with him—about his childhood, about his dreams, about the things he’d never shared with me before. And as I spent that time with him, I realized something important: we can never know how much time we have left, but we can make sure that the time we do have is spent wisely.
But here’s where the twist comes in—just when I was starting to accept the reality of what was happening, something unexpected occurred. My dad’s health took a surprising turn. The doctors weren’t sure how, but his condition improved slightly. His heart, though still weak, showed signs of strength. It wasn’t a miracle, but it was enough to give us a little more time together—time that I almost hadn’t appreciated until it almost slipped away.
It was a reminder that life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it. Sometimes, all it takes is shifting our focus to the present, to the people we love, to the moments that matter most.
So, I encourage you—don’t wait. Spend time with the ones you love. Tell them how much they mean to you. Life is short, and sometimes, it’s the simplest moments that leave the biggest impact.
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