When I was a young girl I was never the type who dreamt of getting married and having kids. I was always very cynical and rebellious about it all. So nothing could have prepared me for the surge of love that came over me when I first saw my little baby move around in our ultrasound. I knew at that moment that I would be ready to do anything for this little being. The crazy thing is that, the more time passes, the more in love I feel with my kids.
Now don’t get me wrong. Parenthood can get intense. The lack of sleep. The lack of time. The guilt. The moaning. The exhaustion.
But, maybe it is because I finally got used to it, or the fact that they are over the ‘difficult age’ (hmmm not sure about that), I just feel this urge to celebrate the love I feel for my kids. After all, it is great to talk about the challenges of parenthood but it is also important to talk about the beauty of it too.
Last night as I was putting them to sleep I was feeling so incredibly blessed to have such sweet, beautiful children. Then I thought to myself, is it normal to be so in love with one’s children?
1. I am in love with the tight hugs my son gives me first thing in the morning and with the ‘sunshine-like’ smile my daughter has when she wakes up.
2. I am in love with the way my kids play together, the way my daughter teaches my son things that she knows and he doesn’t. The way they hug each other when they meet up after school and the way my son says “sowwy” to my daughter after they had a little tiff.
3. I am in love with my children’s innocence and I want to protect it WITH ALL MY MIGHT. Sometimes I wonder, how do we go from cute, innocent, confident, happy children to cynical adults? How do I ensure my children keep their loving, kind personalities?
Do I have blinkers on? Are my kids really this sweet? Maybe it is the mummy goggles vision but I don’t care.
4. I am in love with how my kids make me giggle when they talk in a serious manner.
5. I am in love with the way they discover the world, with the questions they ask, with the way they persist and persist until they reach new milestones.
6. I am in love with their beautiful, angelic faces, when they ( finally 🙂 ) fall asleep.
7. I am in love with how easily my kids make friends and socialise with other kids. I am in love with the empathy my kids show me at times when things get tough.
8. I am in love with my kids’ zest for life, their enthusiasm to go out and discover the world.
9. I am in love with their different characteristics. I am even in love with the hugs I get in the middle of the night when they feel alone and the need for mummy or daddy to reassure them.
10. I am in love with the smile they give me when I sit down with them to colour or to make a puzzle. I am in love with how they want to be involved in every single thing I do, whether it is sweeping the floor, or cooking, and how helping me, makes them happy.
My kids are my everything and I am not shy to say this. Yes they will grow and be independent beings and hopefully be happy in whatever they do but for now, whilst they depend on me I am going to make the most of it and enjoy it to the maximum 🙂