I’ve sometimes wondered…
Do I love my babies too much?
Do I hold them too much?
Do I think about them too much?
Do I talk about them too much?
Do I dream about them too much?
Do I look at them too much?
How much is “too much”?
But then I think about God – The way he looks at me, thinks of me (so many thoughts), pursues me. The way he loves me.
I’m pretty sure I’m always on his mind.
I’m pretty sure that I’m his favorite.
I’m pretty sure that his heart wells up with pride as he talks about me whenever given the chance.
(Sort-of like he does with you, too.)
And if my role as a parent is to reflect the heart of God to my children…
Then perhaps there’s no such thing as loving and hugging and holding and thinking and dreaming and kissing and snuggling and caring and nurturing too much.
After all, my “too much” is woefully less than His “enough”.
I’m so glad He holds and hugs my children with me.
Our love, together, is complete. (And it’s soooo not too much.)
Q for you: You know, I really do try to not write about parenting or motherhood too much on this wee blog since that’s what the other one is for… But sometimes I just can’t help myself. When I took that photo today it made my heart well up with this I-love-my-baby-so-much-I-don’t-want-to-even-put-him-down-when-he’s-sleeping kind of warm fuzzies. And even now, at midnight, after he’s been up several times already tonight with teething pain… I think to myself: I’ll never be able to hold him and comfort him and nurture him “too much”. Do you think it’s possible to spoil a baby? Not a child, a baby? (Clearly, I do not but you are free to disagree.)
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