Children are the ambassadors of unconditional love. They wear it, live it and breath it. Most of us are dealing with the mess our parents made of our lives, all the while making a mess of our children's. The irony of this startles me. Am I doing the same thing to my children as my parents did? My children love me irregardless of my blunders and faults. They run to me when I pick them up from daycare and I feel the joy and love their little hearts are full of. Their little hearts beat a constant rhythm of contentment and strength. How do we lose that adoration and lust for life? When did becoming an adult mean that we are cynical of those around us and unable to focus on anything but their flaws. My daughter was bitten in the face last summer by a dog, she had a 2 inch gash under her left eye, my son's have nicknamed this spot her "beauty spot" she calls it her princess mark. This is a scar, is is now a small bubble of skin that has a small scratch around it. They don't see it that way, they see it as different and beautiful. I would be seeing plastic surgeons trying to get my face back but they have such a divine love in their hearts, they could never see their sister as flawed or wrong. I have learned a lot from "the gaggle" acceptance and love are only some of their amazing lessons. Is there anything better than being your kid's mom?
2 comments:
There truly isn't anything better!
no. there is nothing better. it makes EVERYTHING worth it.
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