Four year old eyes. They see things from a little girl's perspective. "I want to be big mom!" "When I grow up, I wanna be a mama, like you." My heart melts. Oh, little girl. How much can I love you? She cuddles into my chest as she gets sleepy. My baby, my youngest. She may be four years, but she's my baby...and always will be. I cherish this time.
Six year old eyes. "When I grow up, I want to be like dad." These little boy eyes see life as something to be conquered. "I can do it, mom." How familiar has that phrase become? I remember the first time my eyes saw his sweet face. Yesterday....really. Six years of yesterdays. Wow, how the time has gone. He's in such a hurry to become a man. I am so proud of him.
Eight year old eyes. My sweet, and precious eyes of compassion. My young girl eager to embrace womanhood and watching it from a distance not so far. Her heart, sensitive to the injustice of this world, reaches out and touches those in need. She is and will always be a friend to everyone. My ray of sunshine. God knew how much we needed her.
My children sleep now. I stand in awe watching them dream; cozy in their beds. Innocence. Amazing beyond description, the fact God chose me to be their mama. I wouldn't trade this for the world.
I ready myself for bed. Not everyday is easy. We have our share of "those days". But....it makes it all worth it when I remember what I've been given. How precious those chubby fingers are...and how quickly eighteen years go by.
