If you’re a young adult surveying the parental scene, you see harried parents chronically short on cash because hockey costs so much this year. You see them tying themselves in knots because their toddler won’t sleep through the night, their seven-year-old can’t read, or their teenager has gotten into the wrong crowd. It looks like a recipe for an ulcer.
But you don't really see the whole picture. What you can’t see is what’s going on inside those parents. You don’t see what happens in the heart the first time you hold your baby. You can’t see what being a parent does to you; how it makes you love life so much more, care about the world so much more, or brings a richness to your life you never believed possible. I am not saying that non-parents can’t experience love; only that being a parent is a joy like no other, and cannot truly be comprehended until one experiences it.
I love knowing that my children love me and that forever we will be bonded. I love knowing that someone else in the world totally cares about me and needs me. I love that I will never walk alone. But those are all selfish things.
I also love that I can pour my life into someone. That I can love them completely. That I have someone to tuck into bed at night. That I have someone I care about enough that they can make me cry.
And I love that my kids give me a window into God's heart.
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