How To Love
Over the last five weeks, I have held my sweet boy and questioned myself a thousand times if I really know how to love him best.
I know how to get up and three in the morning and fill his little belly. I know how to hang out with him in the morning when we just talk and smile like only moms and tiny sons can. I know how to help him with his belly aches. I know how to change him into his seventh clean outfit of the day. dang spit-up
But what about a deeper, more sacrificial love?!
A love that let's Emmett grow and be the best that God would have him be.
A love that doesn't smoother and constrain.
A love that allows boys to be boys, to live fully this one wild and precious life.
A love that doesn't make our children perfect little accessories to build my good image.
A love that gives freedom for personal mistakes without rejection or fear.
Most of all a love that recognizes that Emmett really isn't ours. He's just one heck of a super cute kid that we get to share in the adventure of life. This is the love I will be asking God to fill me with for the next whole lot of years.