They tell you that you'll never sleep again. ...They tell you lots of things, but I think most "words of preparation" circle around the unfathomable truth that you will Never. Sleep. Again. ...And it's kind of true.
They also tell you there's no love like a parent's love. And that's true, too.
I Love You This Much...
(This list includes both my 4 year old and my 3 month old, so if it sounds off...that's why. :) )
(This list includes both my 4 year old and my 3 month old, so if it sounds off...that's why. :) )
....To not yell at you, and only be slightly grouchy, in the middle of the night when you wake up for a feeding. (...I can't sugarcoat this. I'm a terrible middle-of-the-night Mommy. I can't even lie about it! lol)
...To follow you around with a puke bucket when you're too little to give warning...and then not be upset when I totally miss your line of fire.
...to not even be phased by the baby puke that totally missed the burp rag and made it DOWN MY SHIRT.
...to look past the budget of "Now I have to pay for Nutramigen, too?!", knowing that anything for you is worth it, and God will provide the way.
...to let you boss me around when you're playing teacher in your room. ...And you're a bossy teacher!
...to praise you for writing your "letters", even when it looks like an alien language.
...to get excited when you learn to use the big girl potty.
...to tell you just how proud I am of you that you're becoming such a big girl, even when I miss the sweet little baby you used to be.
...to not tell Daddy the funny story you told me not to tell him...in front of you.
...to tell Daddy the funny story you told me not to tell him, because it brings a smile to his face.
...to smile instead of cringe when I walk past the minefield of pink blankets dotting my living room floor, which is where all your babies are "napping".
...to take time for myself, because it makes me a better, more attentive Mommy for you.
...to have dates with Daddy, because it makes us better parents for you.
...to let my knowledge of art and the color wheel sit by the wayside, instead letting you happily turn your Hobby Lobby birdhouse into nasty shades of brown.
...to tell you just how beautiful your birdhouse is.
...to sing whatever song you've decided is your favorite for the umpteenth time today.
...to let you help me sweep the floors, because you love to help Mommy, even though it actually just creates more work for Mommy in the end.
...to eat the burnt meatballs that look like little fat worms, just because you made them.
...to check on you every night, just to make sure you're okay, even though you're (thankfully) long past the scary age of SIDS.
...to give you the last packet of Blueberry oatmeal, just because it's your favorite.
...to hold you and rock you when you cry.
...to leave you crying in your carseat when we're driving with nowhere to stop.
...to tell you "no" and discipline you when you don't listen.
...to drag you kicking and screaming out of Target when you don't want to listen and throw a fit.
...to teach you how to be respectful
...pick you up and hug you when you hurt yourself when you do something I asked you not to do.
...to teach you how disobedience can have negative consequences.
...to talk with you when you make poor decisions and teach you how to make them right.
...to teach you, once you're a little older, how those acts of disobedience are called sin.
...to teach you about Jesus, and about how he came to save us from sin.
...to teach you just how much I love you, and that Jesus loves you CRAZY more!
...to look past the budget of "Now I have to pay for Nutramigen, too?!", knowing that anything for you is worth it, and God will provide the way.
...to let you boss me around when you're playing teacher in your room. ...And you're a bossy teacher!
...to praise you for writing your "letters", even when it looks like an alien language.
...to get excited when you learn to use the big girl potty.
...to tell you just how proud I am of you that you're becoming such a big girl, even when I miss the sweet little baby you used to be.
...to not tell Daddy the funny story you told me not to tell him...in front of you.
...to tell Daddy the funny story you told me not to tell him, because it brings a smile to his face.
...to smile instead of cringe when I walk past the minefield of pink blankets dotting my living room floor, which is where all your babies are "napping".
...to take time for myself, because it makes me a better, more attentive Mommy for you.
...to have dates with Daddy, because it makes us better parents for you.
...to let my knowledge of art and the color wheel sit by the wayside, instead letting you happily turn your Hobby Lobby birdhouse into nasty shades of brown.
...to tell you just how beautiful your birdhouse is.
...to sing whatever song you've decided is your favorite for the umpteenth time today.
...to let you help me sweep the floors, because you love to help Mommy, even though it actually just creates more work for Mommy in the end.
...to eat the burnt meatballs that look like little fat worms, just because you made them.
...to check on you every night, just to make sure you're okay, even though you're (thankfully) long past the scary age of SIDS.
...to give you the last packet of Blueberry oatmeal, just because it's your favorite.
...to hold you and rock you when you cry.
...to leave you crying in your carseat when we're driving with nowhere to stop.
...to tell you "no" and discipline you when you don't listen.
...to drag you kicking and screaming out of Target when you don't want to listen and throw a fit.
...to teach you how to be respectful
...pick you up and hug you when you hurt yourself when you do something I asked you not to do.
...to teach you how disobedience can have negative consequences.
...to talk with you when you make poor decisions and teach you how to make them right.
...to teach you, once you're a little older, how those acts of disobedience are called sin.
...to teach you about Jesus, and about how he came to save us from sin.
...to teach you just how much I love you, and that Jesus loves you CRAZY more!
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