Monday, November 10, 2008

Sometimes ...

Sometimes I look at my children and I can't believe they are mine. I sometimes wake up feeling completely overwhelmed with the responsibility for caring such precious little people. They rely on me for everything they need to survive. It's crazy. And yet, I know, every year they will need me less and less. One day they will be adults and princess costumes and loveys will be a distant memory. And yet, as they get older, I know my job will never get easier.

Sometimes I see my children playing and I can't believe how beautiful they are. They are the product of me and their Daddy and it's so amazing how angelic they look. I watch them playing. I watch them staring at the TV. I watch them watching other people. I'm never bored by their expressions. The look on their faces when they are learning something is priceless. It's innocent. It's a miracle.

Sometimes they play. Sometimes they fight. Sometimes they hit each other. Sometimes they hug and kiss each other. Sometimes they wrestle each other with hugs, while other times they just wrestle. Sometimes they tackle me. Sometimes they smother me with hugs and kisses. Sometimes they want nothing to do with me. But all of the time they are in my heart.


5 comments:

Autumn's Mom said...

They are pretty amazing aren't they?

Michelle Karas said...

And sometimes they accidentally headbut you and cause you grievous injury...

Jody Donnelly said...

Hey, Sweetie

I would like to thank that I have nominated you for the Butterfly Award on my blog. Congratulations with this, your blog deserves it

Hugs and kisses

DC Urban Dad said...

Great post. I never would have imagined how awesome this new world is.

Putz said...

you know what? those children aren't yours, they were god's long befoer you had them, you get them and work on some small parts of who they are and tehn give them back to god at the end....the wonderful part though is that he gives them right back to you for all the enternities