The Paradox of Children

How in heaven's name are children both the greatest creation on the face of the earth and your worst nightmare. Don't get me wrong, I love my son. He is adorably cute and sweet. He give big hugs and kisses without warning and usually apologizes for the things he does wrong. But he is a little devil child too, and he's not even 2 yet.

He hasn't figured out that he's little and can't do everything he wants to yet. A huge part of me doesn't want to teach him that either. I don't want him to ever think that he has to limit himself, but in his ever-expanding quest to conquer the world, he breaks things.

At the moment, he is practicing opening the front door, over and over again. Then he runs over and hugs me. Now he is trying to eat something off the floor that could have been there for days and then off to playing in the curtains. All of this within about 2 minutes. That's how it is day after day. I finally just clear most of the stuff he could hurt himself on out of the way and hope he doesn't break a bone or something of mine. He's poopy right now too, but who could get him to calm down long enough to change him.

But at the end of the day, you love them. Why is that? They drain every ounce of energy you have and then some, but you love them unconditionally and would give everything for them. You spend your day at work wishing you could be home with them. I haven't figured out what it is all about. Maybe, serving them as you do makes you love them more. What a great thought. The more you serve someone, the more you love them.