This girl, my first baby, how I love her. And yet how I struggled in the beginning to be loving. That puzzled me for a long time.
Now I know where I was getting stuck. I had to learn to love myself! That is the gift my children gave me. The understanding that I can only love them to the extent that I love myself.
And the well-spring of loving myself is the Father’s complete and never-ending and total love for me. For me, actual real me, with wrinkles, shortcomings, and all. I guess having these children just drove me to that spring, drove me to immerse myself in it.
There was no other way.
There still is no other way.