Love changes diapers, cleans up messes, and ties shoes- over and over again.
Love is kind, though tired and frazzled.
Love doesn’t envy another wife- one whose children are “spaced” better, or in school so she has time to pursue her own interests. Love doesn’t try to impress others with my abilities or knowledge as a mother. Love doesn’t scream at the kids. Love doesn’t feel cheated because I didn’t get to do what I wanted to do today- sew, read, soak in a hot tub. Love doesn’t lose my temper easily. Love doesn’t assume that my children are being naughty just because their noise level is irritating. Love doesn’t rejoice when other people’s children misbehave and make mine look good. Love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children.”
-Jean Fleming, “A Mother’s Heart”