How My Children Bless Me – Part 1

Let’s get to the point. Children are a blessing, but it doesn’t always feel like it. And it’s true, they can be complicated, and it’s also true that it is sometimes much easier to put into words the things that are difficult (e.g. nappies, sleep, tantrums), than to put into words the joy they give.

So I thought it worth taking out a few moments over the next couple of weeks to stop and reflect on how children are a blessing; both when they are what I like to call a “complicated” blessing and also when the blessing is more straightforward to perceive.

Let me start with something straightforward. My children bless me because they present me the sheer joy of seeing life. Whether it is the squinting eyes and clasp of a new born, the running mispronouncing of a two year old or the bottle-top collection of a nine year old, children present you with life, and it’s good.