(Illustration by Cyd Moore)
I could get lost in her hugs.
Her eyes and her dimples and her smell bring me peace.
My heart revolves around her little hand held in mine.
And I don't look forward to the day she stops clinging to my side.
She calls me Mommy.
I am her protection, her strength and her friend.
I call her baby.
She is my faith, my teacher and my everything.
God so blesses us with children, for they are most often wise beyond their years. They hold an incomprehensible about of love and trust in their little hearts and though they might not share well and may sometimes require timeouts, oh how they can teach us about the complete character of Jesus.
My prayer is that I heed this wisdom ordained to me in the responsibility of parenting. That with this highest call and duty, I would extend nothing but grace and love and patience and perseverance in all that I do pertaining to my children. That through me they will learn even further what the Love of Jesus is and what it means. But more importantly that through Christ in them, the world can know it, too.
Thank you for my Emma.
And any other children I might be so privileged to care for this side of heaven.
(I'm sharing this as part of the Mom's 30-minute Blog Challenge over at Steady Mom. Check it out!)
Peace be with you,