This evening I was carrying Sammy in from the backyard to get him ready for bed, just like I do every day. Only this time I happened to catch my reflection in the glass of the back door. We don't usually see ourselves living our lives, taking care of others, working hard and I have to admit, I was kind of taken aback by our reflection there in that dusty, dirty glass. It amazed me.
He was hugging me tight, like a little monkey holding onto his mama. His head was nestled against mine. He was completely relaxed and snuggled into me. And I thought, "Is this what I look like? Holding my kids? Taking care of them?" My hair was messy. My spare tire was visible like usual even though I try to hide it. But that's not what I was looking at. I was looking at him trusting me.
I don't know how many times my husband or family or friends have told me I don't recognize the good I do for my family. How much I give to them. How devoted I am to them. How I don't see how much they love me and need me. And I agree. I don't. I usually see my mistakes. I see how frustrated I get and how I raise my voice even though I am trying so hard not to. I recognize my short comings on those long days when I can't seem to get the kids to bed without a fight.
Because seeing Sammy there with me, wanting to be in my arms, was such a perfect picture of why I do what I do. I know that even with all my mistakes and the mess I might be some days, I love my kids better than anyone else ever could. So I AM the best person to teach them, take care of them, hold them and tuck them in each night. What we have is precious. I saw that today, in a passing moment that I will remember long after he grows up and moves on to become whatever he wants to be.
My greatest wish for my children is that they see themselves the way I see them. The way God sees them, with all of the admiration, love, and endless forgiveness a parent has for their child. If I want to teach them to see themselves that way, I will start by seeing myself that way.
'Till Tomorrow! Luv, Eva
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