…is filled at any given moment with one or more of these: elation, joy, worry, tears, sadness, pride, boundless gratitude.
But do my kiddos realize this? Am I able to convey the profound love I feel for them in the midst of the everyday details which fill our lives? Will the image they have of me be of a loving and caring mom, or (more likely), just the grouchy woman eternally transferring laundry and groceries around the house and pestering them to pick up their stuff and hurry up because we’re going to be late for crying out loud!
Often I turn to my journal for inspiration and spiritual nourishment, especially when feeling overwhelmed. Recently, it offered me this treasure: a handwritten note from Baby Girl, written last year when she was seven. She titled it “Me”, and proceeded to write a little description about each person in our family. (“I have two older brothers. M is younger than J; J is older than M”) Pretty straightforward.
Here’s the part about me, “My mom has brown hair, brown eyes, and a big heart.”
Bless her sweet and tender heart, who, through her honest words, filled up my heart, which was feeling in need. I’m thankful that this is what left an impression on her at the time, and it’s a reminder to me of how I want to be remembered by my kids.
May I always strive to live up to her expectations.
Blessings to all for a great end to your week.