In the Dailies

Welcome to the second week of Mama Loves! I’ve been offline for a few days engrossed in the always more important real life — okay, “engaging” might be a bit too enthusiastic. More accurately, I’ve been working on that dining room project and, by the end of the day, am too tired to sit at the computer. All that aside, I’m hoping you’ll participate in spite of my recent silence and late posting here.

For more information about Mama Loves, visit this post. Remember: you do NOT have to be a mama to participate!! Feel free to use this button to mark your post, though it’s certainly not necessary. Don’t forget to link back here in your post and to sign the widget below. Without further ado, here’s what this mama loves.

Insatiable me. How’s that for pride? Let me try again.

I love how my kids can never get enough of me.

Some days this really drives me crazy, like when I can’t find privacy even in the shower. I’ve been known to lock my children in our warm, safe house while I sit freezing on the front porch just so I could have a few minutes of quiet, personal space. Yup, some days Mama does not love this, but most days I find it awesome and inspiring.

Why don’t they get tired of me? Don’t they see my many, many, many, many flaws? Why don’t they need personal space?

I watched them love all over me all day and then cry when we must be apart. Ellie, especially, maintains an insatiable desire to be with me. Not just with me in the same house, but doing what I’m doing and being right there with me. She can’t even eat dinner without touching me. Her little foot rubs against my leg all through the meal just so she can feel close to me. Sitting next to me is never enough. She wants to be on my lap, cheek to cheek with her frizzy curls tickling my nose and her spindly arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

One day in the not too distant future, I’ll have a different story to tell. My kids will be sick of me and they’ll prefer anyone’s company to mine. But for now I relish this time when all they want is me. To them the world is perfectly right as long as I’m there holding them. This child-like faith amazes me.

Therein lies the root of my fascination. This isn’t just an all-consuming adoration; it’s a faith stronger than any I’ve ever seen. They believe with their entire beings that I, a flawed mortal, can fix anything from a shattered toy to a scraped knee to the hurt in their hearts. They trust me implicitly with their safety, provision, unconditional affection. Never do they doubt my ability to perfectly care for them. It’s incredible!

And it’s what God wants from His children. What would happen if we loved God with such abandon? What if we never doubted Him? That doesn’t mean we can’t ask Him questions or wonder about His methods, but what if we really, fully trusted Him? What if we could never get enough of Him and His Word? What if we didn’t care about anything else as long as we’re with Him? Now we know God is powerful and we know He can fix anything, but do we live like we know it? Are we holding those truths in our heads or in our hearts? He’s immortal and void of imperfections; he’s infinitely more deserving of our faith than I am of my children’s faith and yet, too often, we hesitate. We hold back little pieces of our lives for ourselves, for us to control on our own. It’s so silly.

So, there you go. I love how my kids love me and how they teach me to love God.

All right, it’s your turn!