A glimpse

I've been thinking a lot about parenthood lately. Not surprising, as mothering consumes the vast majority of my time. I truly believe that parenting is both the most rewarding and most frustrating job in the world. You seriously can't beat the satisfaction, fulfillment and joy you get from seeing your child learn, thrive and love. There are few feelings greater than receiving genuine affection from your child--hugs, kisses, hearing them say, "I love you, mommy."

There are also few things more frustrating than training your children. As their parent, it's your responsibility to help them to understand right and wrong, what is and is not acceptable behavior, etc. When they are finally old enough to understand such things, at least on a basic level, you have to undertake this effort with diligence and consistency, and with probably the greatest quantity of patience you've ever had to muster. When they disobey, you discipline them, and let them know that there are consequences to their actions. You want so badly for them to obey, and to WANT to obey. When they sometimes so willfully disobey, it is SO disheartening.

Love for your children is like no other love. It's unconditional. No matter what they do, you love them, because they're yours. They create the highest highs and the lowest lows. I think this is a little glimpse into how God feels about us. He loves us SO much--way more than we could possibly comprehend. When we show Him love, or show love to others, He is pleased, for that is what He made us to do. He gives us guidance about how to think and behave, and when we miss the mark, it saddens Him. When we willfully disobey, stamping our feet like a recalcitrant toddler and screaming, "But I don't WANT to," it really hurts Him, because He wants the best for us. Sometimes, He gives us grace. Sometimes, He disciplines us. Things always work out better when we repent and get back on the path He sets for us.

Parenting is an everyday reminder for me of how my relationship with God should work. When I experience my child's disobedience, it's like I'm staring my own waywardness right in the face. I have a feeling God was very purposeful in creating this dynamic. I understand the depth how He feels about me now more than ever. I just hope my children can experience a glimpse of God through me, too.

All you do is talk, talk

Jillian started babbling "da-da-da-da-da" recently. Last Saturday is when we first heard it, I think. So, I'm gonna go with first word on 1/16. She turned 7 months old the following Saturday, the 23rd. Crazy!!! She is a joy, and she and Katherine truly enjoy one another and crack each other up. I love being a mom. More on that later.