Bored and Lonely
Why is it that when it's time for my children to go to their dad's, I'm itching to have some quiet time. Just time to chill on the couch and read without interruption, to not have to answer to mommy half a zillion times day, to just have some 'me' time....ya know? But then, in less than 24 hours I start getting lonely and missing the little stink-weeds. With all their questions, their fights, their whining there are momments thrown in when I'm amazed by their brilliance or their sweetness and always I'm overwhelmed by the intense and magnetic love I have for them.
A love that would have me willing sacrifice anything and everything for them. It's the most powerful love that exists; the love between mother and child. This all reminds me of something I heard a minister say once. One of the names for God is El Shaddai, All-breasted one, which really amazes me. When my children were infants I tried to breastfeed, but had no luck with it though my milk didn't dry up for quite some time and when one of them would cry, my milk would let down and soak whatever I was wearing. It amazes me that God should be called El Shaddai that He responds to his children in the same manner, that when they cry out, he automatically wants to comfort. Strangely, we have to accept Him as our children must accept what we have to offer.
As much as they drive me crazy sometimes, I miss them and love them more than the next breath that my body takes.
A love that would have me willing sacrifice anything and everything for them. It's the most powerful love that exists; the love between mother and child. This all reminds me of something I heard a minister say once. One of the names for God is El Shaddai, All-breasted one, which really amazes me. When my children were infants I tried to breastfeed, but had no luck with it though my milk didn't dry up for quite some time and when one of them would cry, my milk would let down and soak whatever I was wearing. It amazes me that God should be called El Shaddai that He responds to his children in the same manner, that when they cry out, he automatically wants to comfort. Strangely, we have to accept Him as our children must accept what we have to offer.
As much as they drive me crazy sometimes, I miss them and love them more than the next breath that my body takes.