Thursday, 1 November 2012
I'm awed by my daughters. By how much I love them but more than that, by how much they love me. The way their precious faces light up when I walk into the room humbles me each time. I spent a day with Tabo (1 year old) recently when I was off sick from work, and from there it was like something triggered in her and she seems to enjoy my presence whereas before she tolerated me as one of the people in the house. And 4 your old Lani! Oh my, she inspires me with her love and adoration everyday! She asks such insightful questions and says 'I love you, Mummy' about 8 times a day! I'm humbled at how easy they are to love and mother (so far!), but I can't help wondering about my own childhood and when my relationship with my mother became difficult. So I find myself on the lookout for signs of stress, though I don't know what I'll do when they come. For now though I'm in awe of God's love and favour, that a terrible daughter like me would have such awesome daughters. And I say this before we hit our second cycle of the terrible twos!! fingers crossed!