Love is

O Wonder

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

I found myself reciting this in my head while taking a walk with O and W yesterday.  O was going back and forth between a slow stroll to running as if a fire was lit under his feet.  Some days I would say to either “hurry up” or “slow down” but that day was different.  It was if it dawned on me that maybe I should be taking a page from The Book of O.

I watched as he was taking in his surroundings.  Watching him gave me this overflowing feeling of such love.  His forehead would crinkle as he examined how the wind moved through leaves on a tree, his eyes widened as he watched a rabbit leap into a bush, and just stood still and smiled up at the sun.  I myself forget to enjoy such things.  I’m either creating a plan in my head on how I’m going to approach grocery shopping with two kids, going over the route I’m going to take to support group, or worrying over how I’m going to accomplish a paper with two wide-awake boys.  Just watching him made me want to slow down, enjoy what is around me and to marvel at what I have.

That same day, O woke up from his nap, yawned, looked at me and said, “Hi Mama. Love you.” and jumped off the sofa after I took a photo.  His simple sentences resonated within me.  Yet again, O was teaching me something.  Children hold such an innocence and honesty that adults often try to diminish so quickly.  O holds such a love for myself, his dad, our close family and friends, and the world around him.  He has been patient with me as I learn to be the best mother I can for him and W.  O has been great a reciprocating a love he is still continuing to learn.

Moments like this make me appreciate motherhood.  It chips away at the darkness that PPD often holds. O reminded me that he not only needs to enjoy all that childhood has to offer but I do too.I know easier said than done, but I do want to try. Moments like this make me love my motherhood journey.