by Rebecca Olivo
I’ll admit it: My child is the best at everything she touches. Her baby babble was clearly not babble at all and her singing is not off key. It’s the signature of angels that we are not accustomed to here on Earth! After all, she is my child…lol
Before I became a parent, I was in awe at how other parents cooed their children’s accomplishments with the vigor of a Superbowl game. What seemed so insignificant; not spilling the drink at the table, teetering on tiptoe to get a letter in the mailbox, seemed to constantly be rewarded by positive coos from these parents. How time-taxing it seemed from the outside!
Now that I’m a mother, I can see with new eyes and boast rather eloquently about those little things that were monuments to childhood. It made me think that what it boils down to is parental pride. How much prouder are our Heavenly parents of us as we take on the role of proud parent and nurture these tiny souls into a world full of criticism. As their own personal cheerleader, it’s amazing to see how confidence is built on love and you never tire of ‘just one more cheer.’
It has been a personal goal of mine to criticize with love and always keep the door open to a nurturing hug of acceptance no matter what the circumstances are. It makes me wonder how many times our Heavenly parents wanted to give me a hug no matter what my mistakes were. It’s a matter of forgiving yourself that takes all the joy out of learning. There they are, standing tall and proud of us even if we’re in our 80’s.
Not everyone sees my child as I do and there are faults to be considered on both parts, but the glorious thing is that there are our ‘real’ parents, watching us with pride and supernal love. I have to remind myself of that and when I really soak it in, it is a sobering feeling that we are all SPECIAL.
