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I sometimes need to take a moment, a step back, turn off the teacher mode during the day, and the mommy mode who wants to always correct, and just view what is happening before my eyes.

I see 3 children – a 2 1/2 year old little girl who looks nothing like her mama, and everything like her daddy. Who is tenderhearted and helpful, who wants to empty the dishwasher, bring us meals from her kitchen, help with tidying up, comfort others when they are sad.

A 4 1/2 year old bundle of energy, typical boy, who is also just so sensitive. Who I need to learn to allow to be sensitive and vulnerable more often. Who loves to colour and create with legos, who is learning to read, whose mischievous smile is enough to make anyone else nearby break out into a smile.

A 6 1/2 year old, sometimes hyper, sometimes quiet young man who has 2 front teeth that are falling out of his mouth, and is concerned he will swallow them. Who isn’t afraid to talk to others older than him, who loves connecting with friends who are much and taking care of babies who are much younger in our home and at church. Who has a heart for little ones, who will one day make a great teacher for them.

I can’t believe my eyes when I stop the whirlwind for a moment to look at what God has blessed me with. And all the moments of frustration and fatigue fade away as I once again see his love for me.