I got the following out of a MOPS magazine. It was written by Michelle Grant Scott. I just really liked it and identified with a lot of it--some of them I probably need to work on some more!
The picture is me with Henry when he was four weeks old.
Motherhood has taught me . . .
- to asses a child's well-being through a cracked door
- to tiptoe so hushed that only baby breath is audible
- to kiss an owie so lightly it removes some pain
- to interpret for a toddler who longs to speak with dignity
- to discern when a whimper means danger or simply "notice me"
- to smile at dirty dishes, while marching alongside little legs
- to embrace, not hide, "happy tears" that now come daily
- to laugh at little shoulder taps in the middle of the night
- to recognize God's wisdom in a toddler's voice
- to adapt my dancing style to lead or follow chubby bare feet
- to rely on God's strength to carry me after countless sleepless nights
- to giggle and simultaneously turn a cartwheel
- to harmoniously rock, pat and hum in the moonlight
- to perform ballet while tasting sweet drops of rain
- to appreciate the beauty of baby belly-buttons
- to look into bright blue eyes and feel the world stop
- to know beyond any doubt I am what God created me to be . . .
And this is growth.