This Mother's Day, I told my children I would make them whatever they wanted for breakfast. They all excitedly shouted out different meals, which reminded me how unique and special they each are, and to remember this when I am tempted to treat them all the same way.
Lily sang out, "Egg with a yolk on toast!". Once the pan was hot, added a bit of oil and carefully broke the egg into the pan. She doesn't like her yolk to break, so I had to be extra careful when I flipped it. This reminded me how delicate and fragile my sweet girl is...to handle her with care and protect her from things that would try to break her spirit.
Jonathan piped up and asked for French toast. This reminded me how complex my middle son is. How he required more time and attention. How he is a mixture of sweetness and spice, and he is not afraid to be different.
Josh asked for cheese grits (even though I found out later that he had already eaten a bowl of cereal before I woke up). This reminded that first and foremost, he is growing and becoming a man. How even when I am not looking, he is maturing and changing. Also, that he might try to have a tough gritty exterior, but with a little warmth and time, he's really just a softy inside. He is a comfort to this mama's soul. I love him more with each year that passes.
Then, I made Luis' breakfast....he ate a little bit of everything which reminded me without this man, I would not have been blessed with my three treasures. Each one of them has a part of their father-his spicy side, his complex side, and his tender side. I can not love my children without loving their father, because they are all intertwined.
Who knew that making breakfast could teach me so much, and remind me of how blessed I am!!
Thank you Lord for allowing me to be a Mom. Help me to raise them to love deeply, care for others selflessly, but above all to follow You always!
