(Man, I love my kids' eyes…and cheeks, definitely love those kissable, 3D cheeks.)
After all they are my
These moments are sweet and fleeting. All to often I am too distracted to notice. I fluctuate between distraction and pre-mature nostalgia where I mourn the loss of tomorrow’s tomorrow. Sometimes I need to audibly remind myself to be present in the moment. That is something kids are fantastic at and I want to soak up more of that from them.
They don’t always need me to be a chauffer, chef, accountant, maid, interior designer, stylist, referee, personal shopper, secretary, or self-appointed therapist. Sometimes they just need their mommy-me in my rawest form. It isn’t always easy, or possible, to drop everything that I am juggling (in my hands and my head) but when I do- those are the moments I want to remember. Those are the moments that I feel the most joy. Those are the moments I feel the most fulfilled. And I think it is because I am doing what God made me to do.
There are few sweeter words than when I hear my Hayleigh-Girl say “Thank you for filling me up with love, Mommy.” I am not sure if I want to hear those words more often, or less often because I fill her up so regularly that it doesn’t warrant a special thank you. Either way, I don’t want to wait for the perfect light to see my kids the way God sees them or to be the person God calls me to be for them.