Zeke is my little sweetheart
Zeke is my little sweetheart.
He gives the best hugs. He even pats you on the back as he hugs you tight. It's the sweetest thing. Home is his favorite place to be. Everyday when he comes home from school, he says, "Mommy, I want to put on my pajamas."
Tonight Zeke (and his brother, Perry) are performing in the Christmas program at school and I can't wait. Perry will love everyone looking at him and he will be singing as loud as he can possibly sing. Zeke will probably barely mouth the words and as soon as it's over ask me if we can go home and put on pajamas.
Because each child is so different, they each need something different from me. I think that's one of the most challenging and equally incredible things about parenting.
I just love each of them so much. I'm so proud of them. I feel so much joy when I see them every single day. Yes, they get on my nerves. Yes, sometimes I hide in the bathroom and lock the door so I can have two minutes of peace, but I can't imagine my life without them. I enjoy my work. I'm honored by the accolades. I'm proud of the achievements, but none of it even begins to hold a candle to my children. I hope they know how much they mean to me. I hope they will always know.
