It has to be love that:
-allows you to enter the nursery at 2 am and still smile at the one(s) who woke you
-coaxes you into blowing bubbles in the house one hour after mopping the floors
-causes you to eat the “rest” of anything off of a toddler’s plate for your lunch
-allows you to help with projects at midnight the night before they are due because your child “just remembered”
-causes you to wake during the night and think of uniforms that need to be put in the dryer before morning
-makes you consult “map” before leaving home and come up with exactly three points to highlight along the way, and repeat them every 1/2 mile until you have reached your destination
-change poopy diapers and be able to eat anything with gravy or mustard involved again
-causes you to clean off a paci by sucking on it to return it to a frantic baby (probably only after baby #2 though 🙂 )
-sustains you while you sit through awards banquets that consist of every child’s name being read at least twice
-search for pacifiers until the threat of knee replacement feels like a real possibility
-keep on loving when their sentences become grunts
I love my kids. I love being a mama and all of the things that go with that. It is not easy some days, but it is well worth it!
It had to be love that held him to that cross. Nothing else could have ever made him take that punishment for my sins. Thank you God for sending me your son and for giving me my sons and daughters to love.