Loving My Kids

I love my kids.  Of course.  But, there are a lot of times when I would like some space from them.  Some days I would rather get stuff done or check my email or catch up on some blogs than sit down and read another book with them or play another round of pirates or mermaids. 
 

Having our 2 foster girls join the family has made me appreciate my kids like I have never been able to do before.  I long for time with them.  I love to be fully present with them giving them all of my attention.  I will stop what I am doing and give them what they are asking for rather than say “in a few minutes, when I’m done with…” which often turns into a lot longer than a few minutes.  I love to hold them and hug them and tell them I love them.  I love to hear about what they are thinking and feeling and connect in any and every way we can.

The things that used to drive me crazy about them don’t seem as big a deal.  They don’t seem so significant.  They are dulled by the extremes that are in front of my face all the time right now.

I am grateful for this new passion and enthusiasm for my kids.  I am grateful that I long to spend time and connect with them more than I long for the petty distraction that used to be more appealing.  I pray that I can make it last even after the girls are no longer living with us.