Will they know

Will they know...

how my heart yearns for them after they have been away for only a night?
that while they were sick I held them and still kissed them even though they smelled rancid?
who tucked them in and kissed them goodnight while they slept?
how much my heart hurts when they are hurting?
how often I pray for them to have a heart for the Lord?
how often I pray for patience to show them unconditional love?
how much I want them to be caring and have a thankful heart?
the planning that went into each of the crafts and lessons I toiled over?
the arguments that I dropped because I knew it wasn't worth fighting over?
the times we made cookies because it left them joyful and me full?
how I held them while they were angry or sad?
how many nights/days I spent holding them so their precious body didn't have to touch the floor, by choice?
how protective I am of them?
that I tried to create independence in them?
how much control I had to let go of so that they could become more independent?
no matter how much I yell, I still love them?
how hard I tried to make memories that they would enjoy?
forgiveness, mercy, and love?

the feeling of holding their newborn even though your arms are tired, you know you can't let go?
how to show their child patience because of the example that I set?

the feeling of loving their own as I do?
that they were loved?

All the rest doesn't really matter, because if they know they are loved then everything should fall into place.  I do love them, more than words can say, and I hope that one day they can say they knew it.

Happy Mother's Day!

"And this hope will not lead to disappointment.  For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love." Romans 5:5

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