|My son's handprint|
Now, I’m not complaining. All those dirty, sticky, and gooey handprints tell me that my kids are happy, healthy, and active. Still, they make me stop and consider what other handprints my kids could be leaving in my life and within my heart. These other impressions aren’t very noticeable. In fact, some of them are invisible and impossible to detect with the human eye. But they are felt nonetheless . . . and oh, so important to me!
They can be small, such as our nickname for my daughter (which her big brother started) or the way we now cut our sandwiches into fourths (or ‘baby sandwiches’ as my daughter calls them). And they can be a lot larger, including how I’m now consciously trying to live a healthier lifestyle for my children or how we take time out just to be silly (something I’ve forgotten how to do years ago).
Either way, I can’t imagine my life without these life/heart handprints. They have become such a huge part of my existence that I know they’ve changed me forever. I am a better and happier person because of my son and daughter, and I’m positive that they are affecting me in even more wonderful ways that I may never realize.
Parenting can be difficult, but it is a very rewarding experience. You create life, shape that life, and hope and pray that in the end, you raised your children correctly. Yet, we often forget that parenting also reshapes us and makes us grow. Children are a blessing beyond words, and with their love, laughter, joy, and innocence they leave a permanent mark in our very souls. So the next time you are scrubbing walls or shaking your head in wonder at the handprints almost to the ceiling (as we parents often do), bear in mind your heart is a thousand times more covered!