My children

I watched my 4 yr. old pedal with hands and feet on an Amtryke donated by Ambucs. I listened to him tell me all day with his limited vocabulary, "I so happy!" And then with pure delight he would clap his hands. How precious this is to me. I get so very few emotions from him. These moments I file away.

I heard a cute little voice coming from the dining room. My baby boy KianAdley who will be 2 next month was telling me something very important. It was baby talk but said with such intensity. I love hearing him! I love each new word he says! He has such character, this baby!

Even when hearing bickering between the children there is joy. When they mend fences and again realize they really do like each other.

My 13 yr. old again breaks down with emotions and feelings she doesn't understand;  I look at her and see the woman she is growing into. How fast the years have went by.

The struggling son comes to me to share this and that. I turn and listen with eyes on his. While he talks I treasure the moment and each word.

Oh! How I remember to hug. Stopping to tell my blessings that I love them. I wrap my arms around them in pure rapture. Sweetness is swept up and off the ground. He giggles. Charmer loves hugs too although he blushes and blinks those eyes that have such long lashes.

Funny girl? Did I remember to really listen? She has alot to say and with such flair. Her hands and arms fly with her words. Such expression.. I don't want to miss a word.

Beauty is all grown up. She is achieving goals and going after what she wants. Still she seeks my advice, my encouragement. Her eyes on me searching.. Did I tell her I love her today? Does she know how proud I am of her? That she is smart, beautiful, kind, loving..I ask her, "how did she get so smart anyway? "I learned it from my mama", she says! How she brings happiness and laughter into my life.

The boy walks with victory. He fights hard. I am so proud. I enjoy his company. I love to listen to him. We talk often of muscles and exercise..I smile when I see his pride in those muscles forming on his young body. He is becoming a man. A good and Godly man.

Red is so quiet. So intelligent and sweet. As tears streamed down my face he jumped up and hugged me, "mama I love you." You melt my heart son. He is like a balm to my weary soul.

Such life! Such hope! Such blessing!
Thank You Father for my children. I see promise and redemption when I see them. Who is this woman with 11 children? I changed and I didn't even realize..Life so full!