It’s almost 2 pm. I’m kind of frazzled. I’m kind of gross. I think I may have quickly run a brush through my hair this morning. Absolutely no make-up is on my face. I don’t think I’ve brushed my teeth all day (can’t remember).
And you know what? My kids don’t care. It’s been a day full of snuggles and hugs and kisses and fun. I woke up feeling discouraged by the many sad circumstances I keep hearing about around me, and God used my kids to encourage me today through their sheer sweetness. They love me no matter how gross I am. Not that there aren’t other people who love me no matter how gross I am — my wonderful husband chief among them — but there is something special about the unconditional love of a little child. There’s an innocence about it that exists in no other human relationship I can think of. They really don’t care. They don’t even notice! They’re not even thinking “Hmmm, mommy’s gross but I will choose to love her anyway.” No, they are completely oblivious to my grossness. It’s not even on their radar. I’m their mommy, and that’s reason enough for them to love me and hug me and snuggle with me.
I think there is much I can learn about the love of my Father — and therefore how to love others — from the love of my kids.