What kind of LOVE is in me that I can easily make the transition from repeating, “stop running” over three times to allowing a little child to crawl into my lap and lay their head upon my chest as they are lulled to sleep by the gentle thumping of my heart, while their partner in crime buries their face into my thigh as they wipe tears and noses against my jeans.
What kind of GIFT have I recieved that the simple smile from a little girl is not simply saying thank you for helping me, but it says thank you, I love you, and I trust you.
What kind of BLESSING have I been given when I witness a 6 year old little boy feel the soreness of loss for only a brief moment than rightfully and humbly take his place in the back of the line.
What kind of PERSON am I that a sweet baby girls cries are silenced when she is in my arms as her soft face is nuzzeled into the nape of my neck.
What kind of CHILD am I that instead of being with the adults recieving credit for my work, I much rather be with the children recieving credit not for the work I have done but for who I am and the love I can give to a child who does not belong to me.
During our staff Christmas party I chose to watch the kids of the AIM staff, not only giving the parents a break, but also giving myself a break from being so caught up in the fast paced world of adult hood.
To me children are a gift and if I ever get the chance to have my own it will be my honor to raise and love them as Christ’s sees fit, both when they are driving me nuts and when they are loving me much. But until then I will keep sharing in the JOYS OF INNOCENCE of those who entrust me with their own living breathing gift from God.
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Hi Rosee,
This is an inexplicable experience about kids.
i am praying for your day to come when you’ll embrace yours.
shallom!
Usman
You make me smile and I love you!
And what a blessing you were to so many families. I do love how kids just give and give. It’s irreplaceable.