I get to go meet her little lovely girl today, and I am beyond excited. I went to the bookstore yesterday and found the sweetest picture book, You Are My Miracle to give her:
The last line of the book is, "I am your peace on earth, you are my miracle." I can't think of a better description of the beautiful part of motherhood, when your heart somehow manages to find the sweet spot of your child's and you both just... know.
Of course, I also know that the days are long. I have wanted to punch my fist through walls when poop is places it simply shouldn't be. I have wished I could send children to their rooms for about 72 bazillion minutes of time out to think about why you never throw scissors at your sibling. I have looked for magic rocket ships with massage chairs and chocolate cake machines that could carry me off to mars for a break from the messiness of mothering. This business of raising children is hard.
But I have laughed with more joy as my children delighted me with their stories than I ever expected. The way they hug me and their bodies melt into mine at ages 5, 7, 9, and 10 has changed who I am. I can't really explain how their love for me has transformed the fiber of my identity. These children have chosen to love me despite my failings, probably because I never got on that rocket ship or sent them to their rooms for 72 bazillion minutes, and when my anger has risen, my repentance has quickly followed.
We really do reap what we sow.
I pray we will all find new ways to be the safe place for our children, to offer them a little hideaway of peace on earth. I am asking God to fill you with the miracle of life and love that He has placed in your life by giving you His children.
Have a wonderful weekend, friends. And if you are about to hit spring break next week like we are, well, Happy Spring Break! It's going to be a week full of movie nights and games of Sorry and hours at the library and painting projects and day trips and friends galore. I can't wait!