Mostly, however, I was happy and proud to BE a Mom! Our church also had baby dedication, and my thoughts fondly went back to each of my three children's dedications: Leia wearing a little headband to match her soft cotton dress, Dakota in his little "tux" suit, and Karli in a long baptismal gown. There was no way to know what the days ahead would hold for them or for us. But eager and hopeful, we dedicated each child to God and ourselves, as parents, to God and to that child.
My two oldest children, both teens, honored me by sitting with me and Geoff for the Sunday service. And I did feel honored, humbled, and proud - all at the same time.
This is a picture from last May when I graduated with my master's degree. They were so understanding and supportive as I studied and prepared. I love my kids and am keenly aware that I have just a few years left with them under my wing, in my home, under my daily care.
Sure, it isn't fun cleaning up messes, washing endless dishes, and chasing schedules. But my kids are really cool! I like being with them. I think their jokes are funny. I think they are the best-looking, smartest kids in the whole wide world!
I love them and I love being their mom. Everything else around me changes. Very little will transfer from this life to the next. But my children will.
They will always be my kids. I will always be their mom. And my prayer is that I will enjoy the present, the future, and all of eternity with them
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