Our little beauty makes my heart glow. I sometimes just stare at her— walking and talking—and marvel. I can’t believe that we gave her life. Parenthood is one of the few spontaneously joyful experiences of adulthood. Adult life seems to be lived in grey areas, not the comforting contrasts and bright colors of childhood. However, parenthood brings joy and simplicity (of course sprinkled with struggle and difficulty and sacrifice and…lots of worries). But somehow, in a way that completely defies logic, parenthood is overwhelmingly joyful and more purely fulfilling than any other endeavor.
Outwardly, logically, it doesn’t add up that anyone would want to be a parent. It’s a hard job with no monetary reward. However, to be a parent is to see God’s face in the faces of your children. To hear His joy in their laughter. And at night, when the children are (finally) sleeping in all their rosy-cheeked majesty, I feel the approval of the Divine. It is humbling work, to be a parent. Humbling and vital, menial and glorious all at once. Sometimes, in the best moments, parenthood truly feels like a walk with the Divine.