i was never the girl who desperately wanted to have kids. in fact, i was ALWAYS the girl who said she never would. i am, by nature, impatient and selfish. and the thought of having a tiny human so dependent and needy... well, the thought made me cringe. thankfully, my God knew better. and so often i find myself saying, "my boys are the best things i never knew i wanted."
corbin is almost six. he LOVES video games (like his daddy), cereal, drawing pictures, and has the most sensitive heart. he asked Jesus into his heart this past year and is quick to volunteer to pray.
rhys is my strong-willed, relentless tornado. he doesnt like to sit for too long. he loves apple juice, food (period), and can ignore the sound of my voice better than anyone. i pray, DAILY, that i would become better equipped to deal with him.
motherhood is difficult. but a lovely sort of difficult. its tedious, dirty, funny, messy, bright, and constant. ever so constant. and some days i find myself just wanting to hide in the closet away from these monsters and eat an entire box of oreos. but some days.... some days something special happens. something i wasnt expecting. something beautiful and endearing and fantastic and wonderful.
as i was rocking my little 20 month old spit fire before bed, i simply said "lets say prayers." (as i do every night) rhys closed his eyes, jabbered a run on sentence only Jesus could understand, and said "maymen." he had said his very own bedtime prayer. i imagine he was thanking God for apple juice, pooh bear, and brother. :) and although i have absolutely no idea what he was actually praying, it was spectacular to watch. (and hear)
its always nice to know that the little seeds you plant take root, especially in your own children. when God has beckoned us to be faithful in every aspect of life, and it seems hard and impossible but we try and try and try... and then this happens.
its magnificent.
and hiding in the closet with oreos may happen some days...
but i hope to never miss a prayer.
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