Raising children… everyday it is a part of us, watching the new things they do or say, laughing at their pure innocence and child logic, listening to them explain and tell stories. Watching these feet grow, that started so tiny.
As I sit here this early morning, in absolute silence in our house awaiting our family’s day to begin I am so very thankful for the time we do have together, for the love we share and the beautiful children we have to grow with. At times life is not easy, but our children remind us at each day is a brand new day and as our children are learning so are we.
This weekend, Sunday, my husband and I celebrate being together for 11 years. A true accomplishment and something we want our children to be proud of us for. Hearing our children tell us they want to grow up to be just like mommy and daddy is the best compliment I could ever ask for! For our children to know that life is not perfect, but what we have been given is perfectly ours. That things do not happen without hard work and to appreciate those things. There is more to life than just tv and toys, the world is an amazing place to explore and by working hard comes the opportunity.
11 years ago today I would never have thought I would be meeting my husband this evening. I was at a very confusing point in my life and meeting him turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to me, with all my dreams coming true and still so much more to discover together!
One of the best things about becoming a parent, is truly “becoming” ourselves, and having our children to thank for this amazing opportunity.
It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can’t tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself. ~Joyce Maynard
The guys who fear becoming fathers don’t understand that fathering is not something perfect men do, but something that perfects the man. The end product of child raising is not the child but the parent. ~Frank Pittman, Man Enough