One day awhile back (before Jack was born) I was in San Diego killing some time while waiting for someone. Maggie was sleeping in her stroller and I wandered into a pottery store. I started chatting with the owner/artisan who was a middle aged man. He admired my sleeping child (doesn't every child seem like an angel while they are sleeping?) and told me about his own children who were grown. He talked about the time that his children lived at home, and said he believes each child is just a special visitor that we get to have in our homes for awhile, until it is time for them to move on in their lives and move out of our homes. He said we should treat our children just like we would our most special guests, because that is what they are. To me, it is kind of a sad sentiment, but maybe that is just because I don't get to visit my own parents nearly as much as I would like and because if I am being honest, I don't think I am very good at treating my children like special visitors, and although I often feel very inadequate, I also feel very blessed to be the mommy to two awesome kids!
p.s. I love you Mom!!!
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