I am not sure how to title this post but I am definitely sure that I want to share this.
As a parent, my highest priority is keeping my child safe, healthy, and aware of how much she is loved. These are things that I am OK with her taking for granted for now because I don’t want her to realize yet how different things are in other houses for other little children around the world.
The other night we were doing our usual which consists of hanging out watching some random cartoon after her bath and before her bedtime. Sometimes we do this on the couch in the living room. This time we were propped up smack in the middle of my king sized bed watching The Wonder Pets. Its a favorite time of day for me hanging out with my pajama-clad cutie, smelling like Johnson and Johnson Baby Shampoo. Like I sometimes do, I snuggled Sophia into me, right in between between my right arm and the right side of my body. I gave her a squeeze and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. In response, she said to me , “I love you, too, Mommy.”
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That little girl can melt my heart faster than anything else on this earth. I never said a word. I did not tell her I loved her. She just knew by my actions that I loved her. That she recognized this blew me away.
It is my greatest wish that she always remember how much I love her. She is close to three years old now…but she will be 13 and horomonal one day! I need to save this blog for when she thinks I am trying to ruin her life just by breathing the same air she does.
Wonderful. Thanks for that. I am not next to you but I can feel that love. Your words are magic.
I was discussing with a friend a few days ago about raising children these days amidst bombardment with negative energy on tv, the streets, games, etc. We love so much, we would love to protect them from the faintest breeze. Yet, we want them to grow strong and knowledgable about the winds and the sands of time and how to deal with them. We want them to take the fruits of our experiences and take them further to have an even better experience.
In our endeavour we also need to remind ourselves that it is their life and their experience and their path. They will have to choose and tread their own path, which might be very similar or very different from ours.
In the end, as you so nicely put it, the best gift we can give them is the gift of love. It seems it is the only thing we can give them. Very simple, very cheap (doesn’t cost a thing), yet priceless.
Thanks again.