Hazel: Momma, you’re a good Mommy.
Momma: Why’s that? What makes me good?
Hazel: I like it when you play with me. And you love God. That makes you a good Mommy.
Precious Hazel, these sweet words from your mouth are balm to my soul. You’ve seen my heart. A heart that loves the Lord and is rampantly pursuing Him and His will for our family. You’ve seen past my brokenness and have peeked in at a consuming love I have for God!
I realized this morning that my first memories in life are from when I was Hazel’s age. At 4 ½ she’ll carry these memories with her for the rest of her life. I pray that she remembers a family that adores her, but more importantly adores God.
She’s right. A good Mommy is one who loves God. After all, He is the one who wrote the manual on parenthood.