What do I see when I look into your face? I see hope, and laughter. I see someone who has a heart bigger then the galaxy. A smile that gleams like a fresh ray of sun after a stormy evening. I hear your laugh and my heart bounces on high. Knowing your happy is like knowing the world in our little spot is growing and nourishing a healthy, sweet child.
Your stubbornest makes me laugh at times. Looking back I can see my own mother smiling or frowning telling me the same things I tell you. Your blue eyes sparkle with mischief and I think you believe your getting away with it. When in all honesty Mommy knows everything. Your heart is special, your temper is genuine, and your need to be loved is inspiring.
If the world could live with my child it would grow in knowledge and understanding. The world as a whole would probably be a little balder. It would probably be a little stressed, but in the end if the world could see life through my daughter's eyes there truly would be something to smile about.
A leaf wouldn’t be a brown mushy object walked on or stomped into the ground. But a treasured gift given from one four year old to another with kindness and joy. A rock wouldn’t be for driving over or skipping in a pond, it would be for smashing bugs, and using their guts for stamps on paper. A blanket certainly wouldn’t be for sleeping under, but a wild cave full of dangerous animals.
God to a child is what God should be to everyone. My daughter says that God is her best friend because he doesn’t tell her no, he sent mommy for that. He doesn’t discipline or fight with her, that’s what brothers and fathers are for. He listens. He’s quiet, and yet when we sit down to read a book, she says he’s always in it.
When we talk about Christian love I see my child listening to a story about the birth of Jesus. I see the innocent tear run down her cheek as she hears about his lack of warmth and housing and my heart fills with joy and sadness as I hear her tiny voice say, “Mommy, I have another blanket. Baby Jesus can sleep under one of my blankets.”
I see her frown at the gifts that are brought to honor the baby and the innocence of her reply, “What good is that when he’s cold?” She may not have understood the significance of the gifts but she understood the cold. She loved that baby without meeting him. She cared without seeing his eyes. To me that is true Christian love.
So what do I see when I look towards God? I see my family and each day I’m thankful for all they do for me. They make me realize that life without them would not be a life at all. Family isn’t easy but it sure can be rewarding. I thank God everyday for my special family. I thank God for the little smiles, the heart felt kisses, and the giant bear hugs. I thank God for the life that we have been given and I pray that I can live up to his expectation by being as childlike in my love.
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