I love looking into my children's eyes. It is one of my favorite parts of being a mom.
When I look into their eyes, I see a unique individual. Every one of them has their own eye color and shape that is uniquely theirs, just as their personalities and dreams are unique.
When I look into their eyes, I see their passion and excitement. They are so intent on telling me all about their dreams, their game, their book, their conversation with a friend. It shows in their eyes.
When I look into their eyes, I see their love. I see their love for me, and sometimes even their love for a sibling. *wink*
When I look into their eyes, I see their vulnerability. I am reminded that God has given me the job of protecting them, teaching them, cherishing them. They long to be loved and cherished. They need me.
When I look into their eyes, I see family. I see resemblance to myself, to Steve, to our parents. I am reminded of the generations before them, and that they are the future.
When I look into their eyes, I also see humanity. Let's be honest; sometimes when I look into their eyes, it's ugly. Sometimes they are angry at me, or a sibling. Sometimes they are defiant. Sometimes they are repentant or sad. They are human, just as I am. They need God and they need forgiveness, just as I do.
When I look into my children's eyes, I feel incredibly blessed to be their Mom. God has entrusted their lives to Steve and I ... and their spiritual lives. They are such beautiful blessings, and their beautiful eyes are treasures to me.
I love to look into their eyes.