When calling the boys in for a peanut butter and honey sandwich, and miniature sized superheros come racing to the table, ready to save the day....that is when I know there's no place I'd rather be.
When carrying a little one to his crib at naptime and praying for him as he lays his head on my shoulder and pats my back with his chubby fingers....that is when I know there's no place I'd rather be.
When the dinner table is full with small hands that must be reminded to use silverware and the food that missed its mark scatters on the floor, I look at the faces of these children....that is when I know there's no place I'd rather be.
When Friday night "parties" consist of cupcakes and Simon Says, and Sunday morning movies are watched with popcorn and blankets on the couch, our kids greatest pleasure is to spend time with us....that is when I know there's no place I'd rather be.
When gathering around a book just before bed to read to a captive audience adorned in footsie pajamas fighting for a spot in my lap...that is when I know there's no place I'd rather be.
When quietly sneaking in their rooms and watching them sleep, so trusting and warm, counting on us to protect them, I feel honored to be their mother....that is when I know there's no place I'd rather be.
When going to bed at night, I awaken to the gentle sounds of a tiny baby stirring, waiting to be fed, she wants only me....that is when I know there is no place I'd rather be.
When hearing them pray and thank God for their blessings, I know they are His and I am only a part of His plan for their lives, I am humbled...and I know there is absolutely no place I would rather be.
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