It seems that time always eludes me when I need it most. Forever just within my grasp, but standing in line behind something else more determined to be first. Whenever I do get a chance to read, I always have a sleepless night. That's not bad.
The passing of hours and hours of darkness, when the rest of the house is quiet, has produced thoughts and revelations that follow me still. I thought I would share something with you.
I had always heard that there isn't a love anywhere as deep and abiding as a mother's love for a child. And I always thought that was something out of a greeting card or someone's imagination, until I had Madison. She rocks my world.
She knows my faults and loves me still. I am the most important person in her life and she in mine. She always has time for me, even though sometimes I don't have time for her.
She snuggles into the bed on a chilly Saturday morning and lets me sleep for 5 more minutes.
She thinks I am the smartest person in the world, especially when I explain to her that electricity is what makes Sesame Street work.
She passes out kisses and hugs on request and for no reason other that she wanted to. Sometimes, she holds my hand just because.
She always speaks the truth, especially when I don't want to hear it. Sometimes, when I see the world through her eyes, I am amazed and sometimes, I am ashamed.
More than anything, I am overwhelmed by the enormity of my role in her life and how that will shape her future, yet she trusts me completely and has no inclination to change that fact in any way. She will be what she will be because I am her mother.
Children are the soul of the world. Honesty is their backbone and love is their motto, they are the purest thing in the world. They have no preconceived notion of hate, of racism or of all the things that are wrong in the world. They love with absolute abandon. What we, as adults, do and say now will reverberate in their young lives for years and years to come.
All of us have heard one adult accuse another adult of acting like a child. Is that a bad thing? Maybe all would be right with the world if we did.
We can learn a lot from children. Maybe we should listen a little more and talk a little less.