I've been thinking about this one here. He's had a rough week and a half. Anyone that has a kid that has food sensitivities knows that it doesn't just affect them physically but alters their mood and behavior just as much. He hasn't been the same bright, sweet, happy-go-lucky boy that we love. He is one that just isn't comfortable in his own skin. He has reactions and hurts even with all that we do for him. Sometimes it just makes me crazy thinking about how to keep this little boy well, I would do anything in my power to see him healthy all the time. I just ache for him. I can't imagine the stress his body goes through. Even with knowing this I still sometimes forget when he's having fits and outbursts how hard it is for him to handle all that is little body goes through.
I have a new resolve to work my tail off at loving them better, especially when they are at their worst, because that's when they need me the most. I hope that I can love my kids all the time, not just when they are happy, when it is easy to love them, but on the bad days. I want them to know that I love them even when it's a struggle, when it takes lots of deep breaths and extra effort and a whole lot of work. I want for them to know that they are the most precious things in the world to me. I want them to know that I genuinely enjoy them, not all the time, but really honestly, truly a lot of the time. That I get a kick out of listening to them talk to each other and watching them play and the quirky things they do during the day. I want them to know that I think they are each something really special. I want them to know that my life is amazing and full of purpose because of them and that I love them with everything I have each day.
“Think the best of each other, especially of those you say you love. Assume the good and doubt the bad.”
- Jeffrey R. Holland