I'm told that a day will come when I will not be strapping these souls into ginormous car seats but will instead be handing them the keys to drive.
What a privilege. What an honor. To shape a human life. To hold them close each morning and kiss their foreheads each night. To listen to their hearts and to remind them of the love their Creator has for them.
To encourage them to walk in the Way and to pray for them daily. This is the privilege of motherhood.