Today our littlest baby flowered into womanhood... As you told it, she cried and stressed and generally freaked out (as I suspect all little flowers do). Your response was to coddle, cuddle and love her. Not that you would have treated her any other way, of course, but one of the dearest things about you is your sweet, tender touch with our babies. I love that you are my kids mother. I want my kids to have the kind of sweet-hearted mother that I grew up with. Where it counts - this stuff - you are kind, loving, generous and wonderful. You're also that way with me, which means endless babying from cradle to grave for yours truly!
Whenever I consider these traits that I love so much I can't help but also considering the alternative, and how hard it could have been if you were not the woman I hoped you were. It's an enormous gulf between a joyful loving home for my children, and one that could have been cold or careless. I'm blessed by the way you love our kids. They won't appreciate it until later, but I appreciate it now and love you deeply for the way you love my babies.
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