Sometimes I forget what it means to be a parent.
Sometimes I forget that Motherhood is a calling.
Sometimes I forget that Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum are just little kids who need to be taught.
But that's okay. The Lord knew I was forgetful when He gave them to me. But I also forget that I am part of the beacon that's going to (if all goes to plan) lead them back to Him.
I loved this quote. It was a great reminder of how tiring, difficult, and wonderful being a parent really is.
"You have walked the sometimes painful, sometimes joyous path of parenthood. You have walked hand in hand with God in the great process of bringing children into the world that they might experience this estate along the road of immortality and eternal life. It has not been easy rearing a family. Most of you have had to sacrifice and skimp and labor night and day. As I think of you and your circumstances, I think of the words of Anne Campbell, who wrote as she looked upon her children:
You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece of foreign sky.""
President Gordon B. Hinckley, "Women of the Church," Ensign, Nov 1996, pg 67
And the best part is that I can hear it in President Hinckleys slow, shaky, loving voice.
I know I have been blessed with a rare patience and tunnel vision focused on my rug rats. From the moment they were born, they've been my life, and it's been easy. I can't really remember life before them, and I don't really care to.
I think about number 3, and I get so excited. For the rest of eternity, this little squiggly baby in my belly is going to be a very important part in my life. Then I think about numbers 4 and maybe 5 and if I'm really feelin' crazy 6, and think, "There are more precious souls awaiting our important decision to bring them home. There are little beings who I don't even know, who one day I'm going to love more than I love myself."
Cohen and Kembry make it so easy to want to have more and more children. They make me smile, laugh, cry, cry, and cry (all for different reasons). Can you imagine your life without someone so special in it?
Do you even want to?