|My kids pick their noses a lot...just an FYI|
But I do like going to the park and sitting on a blanket and watching them play...not having to hover over them because they are too small to climb by themselves.
And I don't want to keep taking it for granted that their answer to "What do you want to play?" will always be "With you!".Even though I don't want them to grow, I know there are other flavors of motherhood to come...like hearing them share their own thoughts and ideas, watching them learn to make good choices that aren't based on immediate rewards, and seeing them have families of their own (okay, that's way too far in the future...I got a little carried away). This weekend, Jeremy got to baptize some youth group students at church. Our kids sat front and center on the stage to watch--Evan was first a little appalled at the thought of Daddy dunking people underwater, but after the first one, he announced loudly (from the front row, remember?) "Oh, we go under for WAY longer than them!" as if it were a swimming competition. Despite my children's un-pious reactions, a sweet moment transpired when Jeremy introduced a couple fathers who baptized their young teenage daughters. There wasn't a dry eye in the place as one of the father's said in a voice broken with emotion, "I baptize you, my sister and my daughter." I held tight to Annie on my lap (mostly because she kept lifting up her dress and showing her underwear to the rest of the church), but also because though I desperately want her to stay little, I know that the day I see her grow (hopefully) into a young lady who loves Jesus will be a day of great tears and celebration.