I’m starting to get a big head….I can’t help it.
You know that old country song “Oh Lord, it’s hard to be humble, when you’re perfect in every way. I can’t wait to look in the mirror, ’cause I get better lookin’ each day!”?
Yes, I know that in reality these words don’t apply to me, but if you heard the things my two older boys tell me, you’d think I didn’t have a fault in the world.
Xander, my four year old, regularly tells me that I’m the bestest mommy in the world, the prettiest mommy in the world, etc. etc. Even when I’m wearing workout clothes, he’ll look at me, gasp, and say “Wow, Mommy, you look beautiful!” When we are out at group functions and he’s playing, he’ll run up to me every so often just to give me a hug and tell me he loves me.
Graham periodically comes up behind me, pats my back, and asks “OK, Mommy, OK?” He then randomly will run up to me, interrupting his playtime, and ask for hugs and kisses, then run off again.
With treatment like this, I’m getting spoiled.
However, my big head isn’t being created so much because of a sense of how great a mom I am, but more from a sense of pride and amazement that God let me have these three little boys to raise up.
It’s amazing that I can be such an awful mother sometimes and they stay sweet, generous, delightful, curious, helpful, giving….
I should probably start wearing a sign warning others of shrapnel thrown by my impending bursting from pent up joy, pride, amazement, and love for my kids!