I love being a Mother. It's the best. I love it even more this time of year.
I'll admit to being a sappy, 'I love you' kind of chick year round. I'm totally OK with that. My kids, Mr. Man, my parents, my family and most of my friends...they all hear me say 'I love you' countless times throughout the year.... phone conversations, email, sky-writing...I'm a big fan of the 'I love you'.
And I always mean it. I am blessed to have some completely worth-loving people in my life and I want them to know I know. Nothing worse, in my humble opinion, than words you wanted to say and never did. I may have to answer to God for many mistakes, but among them will not be that I left love unspoken.
But my kids. Wow. That's a kind of love that just takes my breath away sometimes. It's a love with magic and power behind it.
Today, as I am baking the different desserts they each want in preparation for the Holiday, I am filled with love. Almost to the point of floating, really. My babies, one 22 and the other 12, make me feel things I'm certain can only be described as spiritual.
A week or so ago my son came home and said, "Mom, can I give some money to Toys for Tots?"
Of course, I told him. As I had already given to the cause, I told him he could give what he wanted out of the money stash in his room.
He came home the next afternoon and said the teacher had sort of embarrassed him. "He told the class to give me a hand for my donation, Mom."
"What did you give, son?" He hadn't told me what amount he'd decided on.
"Fifty bucks," he said. "I listen to what you tell me, Mom."
"To whom much is given, much is required."
My daughter is no different. She had her hair cut and donated the pony tail to Locks of Love. She has a heart as big as the world and a generous spirit to match. I am proud of her daily.
So today, as Christmas is only a number of hours away, I'm going to float around my house and bake for my babies and for my beautiful husband and with every cup full of flour will also be added a cup full of love. If I owned the biggest house, the nicest car and had more money than anyone in town, I could not be more blessed than I am at this moment. God really is good.
Merry Christmas to each of you. May your holiday be filled with a love so big you float, too.
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