“Mommy, play with me!”
It was the first line (I think) in the chapter of a book I’d picked up for $2 (because when we were grad students for too many years, I never bought books full price) and the whole chapter nailed my child. Quality time is her love language.
“Stay!” she cries out with heart rending earnestness, as if hers is breaking when I turn my back to leave.
We didn’t do separation anxiety well when she was a baby. I didn’t.
So I usually turn around again, and hug her, reassure her heart that I love her. And I pray about that thing I was going to do. “When will I do it? Rearrange my schedule Lord, you be in charge. Because I trust that you want this child to feel your love through her mother.”
Love first, work after. That’s my mothering motto, and I have to pray daily for his love to fill me.
The five minutes are up:
This very morning I read some great posts that encouraged me in this theme:
All thanks and praise to God our Rock, our Redeemer!