My kids are cute.
There, I've said it. I've exposed my inner one-eyed-mother. I am now able to officially join the ranks of all the other one-eyed-mothers out there beaming proudly as their little one brings in a sore knee for a "kiss-it-better" (eldest child just did this as I typed).
A few days ago, I bought my littlest a new item: a bright, shiny, pink and blue raincoat. I think she likes it. At least, that was my fleeting impression from the fact that she's worn it, carried it, and hugged it everywhere for the past three days in a row.
It starts after breakfast. Sitting at the table, slowly coming to consciousness with my precious cup of coffee, I am startled to unwelcome awareness by the sounds of desperation. It's stuck on its hook. Having struggled gamely to free the raincoat from its prison, she brings her prize over to me, grunting and gabbling for me to put it on. I oblige, and all is right with the world - at least for the five minutes it takes before she realises she wants her gumboots.
Now, she is a picture of cute toddler-dom, clomping around the house in raincoat, one gumboot, with teddy bear firmly clasped to her chest. Is it wrong to just sit and watch your kids, silly smile plastered over your face?
2 comments:
No, it's right. Who else is going to love them if you don't?
If you don't believe your parents would cross the world for you, how can you really believe that God, Father, loves you?
You're right! :)
Being a parent gives you a whole new dimension of understanding God's love - the unconditional nature of it, the need to protect the vulnerable, etc. I have a whole new appreciation for God's patience and grace since having little ones - mainly because I struggle so much to exhibit those qualities!
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