When I think about what I love most about being a parent, so many things come to mind. I love every little milestone. I’m always snapping photos of my little ones every chance I get. But, sometimes I sit back and soak in the moment because my kids will only be kids once.
I can’t believe that my little Princess is already three! She’s reading books, writing her name, and dressing herself. I’m amazed at how much she learns each day. I’m proud of how well she’s handling her big sister role. She adores her baby brother, and he loves her too.
Baby O sat up for the first time on Christmas Eve – just one day shy of turning five-months-old. He’s become quite an independent guy. He’ll sit quietly and play with his toys. He’s not talking yet, but I’m not quite sure he knows that. He’s never quiet. He’s talkative like his mama and big sister. He’s already fitting into 9-12 month clothing.
Each milestone – no matter how big or small – goes unnoticed. That’s what I love most about being a parent. But, my least favorite thing about parenthood is how much I worry about my kids. Are they safe? Am I making the right decision as a parent? Will someone try to harm them? These are just some of the questions that run through my head. I try not to let it consume me. But it’s hard, especially when hear about kids being hurt or killed in the news.
I won’t harp on the negative. I just pray for the safety and well being of my kids everyday.
God has truly blessed me with two wonderful children.
What’s your favorite and least favorite thing about being a parent?
