I have found that the moments I feel the most pride in my children come so unexpectedly. It is almost like God throws me "random acts of kindness" on days when I need them the most. Don't get me wrong; I always feel proud of my children. As cliche as it sounds, they are truly my greatest accomplishments and the reasons I strive so hard to be the best person possible. On top of that they are happy, kind-hearted, unique little beings with different sets of strengths and weaknesses. I love how each day I learn more about them and the people they are growing into. I especially love those random moments that make me stop my frantic pace, take a deep breath, and appreciate these little people in my world.
Yesterday when I was cleaning outside Maia came to find me. She proudly explained to me that Macey needed to go potty so she helped her. Not only did she move her sister's potty chair into my bathroom, but she also undressed her, helped her climb up, and was keeping her company. For as crazy as she is, Maia is a nurturer. She always has been. I'll never forget her as a baby carrying around her own babies and caring for them. She is a natural mother, and I can't wait to one day watch her with her own children.
Hunter is a giver-always has been and always will be. My son is the type of friend who always wants everyone else to have what they want. Over the years I have struggled watching him give away things that he loves to other people. I have to fight my urge to stop him. He is not being taken advantage of because he is doing these things because they make him feel good. I have little doubt that my son will one day be the man that offers a home cooked meal to a struggling family or donates half of his salary to some charity. The purity of his heart and his absolute faith in the goodness of other people make me admire him immeasurably.
Macey is in love with animals. While Maia will carry around baby dolls, Macey loves her cows, pigs, and sheep. This morning in the shower I watched her painstakingly bathing and playing with a little rabbit. Her sole purpose in the game was the give that rabbit the best bath possible. I often have to stop her from feeding the dogs her food, "But they're HUNGRY Mommy!" all the while not wanting to damper her spirit and passion. She is an avid reader for a two year old. She takes her books to sleep with her and insists on having them with her everywhere. I hope to one day read the novel that is swirling around in her head.
Although the big things are also important, I truly find my love deepens for my family the most when I quietly observe things they are doing. I will never forget seeing my son let all of his friends go first, patiently waiting for him turn, or my daughter gently feeding her baby, or my other daughter taking a moment to stop and snuggle with the dog. I find so much peace in watching how naturally they love and care for each other and the people in our lives.
Yesterday when I was cleaning outside Maia came to find me. She proudly explained to me that Macey needed to go potty so she helped her. Not only did she move her sister's potty chair into my bathroom, but she also undressed her, helped her climb up, and was keeping her company. For as crazy as she is, Maia is a nurturer. She always has been. I'll never forget her as a baby carrying around her own babies and caring for them. She is a natural mother, and I can't wait to one day watch her with her own children.
Hunter is a giver-always has been and always will be. My son is the type of friend who always wants everyone else to have what they want. Over the years I have struggled watching him give away things that he loves to other people. I have to fight my urge to stop him. He is not being taken advantage of because he is doing these things because they make him feel good. I have little doubt that my son will one day be the man that offers a home cooked meal to a struggling family or donates half of his salary to some charity. The purity of his heart and his absolute faith in the goodness of other people make me admire him immeasurably.
Macey is in love with animals. While Maia will carry around baby dolls, Macey loves her cows, pigs, and sheep. This morning in the shower I watched her painstakingly bathing and playing with a little rabbit. Her sole purpose in the game was the give that rabbit the best bath possible. I often have to stop her from feeding the dogs her food, "But they're HUNGRY Mommy!" all the while not wanting to damper her spirit and passion. She is an avid reader for a two year old. She takes her books to sleep with her and insists on having them with her everywhere. I hope to one day read the novel that is swirling around in her head.
Although the big things are also important, I truly find my love deepens for my family the most when I quietly observe things they are doing. I will never forget seeing my son let all of his friends go first, patiently waiting for him turn, or my daughter gently feeding her baby, or my other daughter taking a moment to stop and snuggle with the dog. I find so much peace in watching how naturally they love and care for each other and the people in our lives.
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