Seeing My Children

I look at my girls and there is so much I see:

I see them as infants and remember the first time I held them in my arms. So small and fragile and yet able to elicit so much love.

I see them as toddlers, learning to take their first steps and move towards that which interests them.

I see them as excited young schoolchildren, thrilled with the discovery of learning and eager to explore the art of learning.

I see them as pre-teens becoming aware of the world around them and showing the first steps of independence.

I see them as teenagers, discovering who they are and deciding on who they will be in the future.

I see them as beautiful, fun-loving, full of energy and excitement.

I see them as a blessing in my life, as a gift that was given to me to nurture and enjoy.

I look at my girls and there is so much I see: past, present and future.

What do you see when you look at your children?

(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt: See)

Β© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014

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34 thoughts on “Seeing My Children

  1. Thank you for visiting me this morning Colline! Yes, I see all the years flashing before my heart as well. It seems like just yesterday our daughter was a newborn.

    I pray you have an awesome Friday and weekend!
    Beth

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  2. Dear Colleen
    I am the mother of two sons. The eldest got engaged on Christmas Day and truth be told, at the moment I see my grandchildren running around playing with their grandmother. Oh, these mother hearts that always have place for another one to love!
    Blessings XX
    Mia

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    1. I think each mother looks forward to the moment they will have grandchildren around them. Young children are always such a joy to be around – especially if you do not have the day-to-day responsibility of them.

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  3. Colline, I quess that makes us loving parents! Every time I look at my 18 year old I see all the different times she has ever hugged me or smiled at me, and all the times I arrived home from work, and she would be waiting at the door with a great big hug! Those are some of the priceless treasures that on one can take away from where they hang beautifully in the hallways of our hearts and mind. Thanks for sharing your smiling words…have a very blessed weekend!

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  4. This is beautiful, Colline.
    When I look at my son, who is now 28, I see his dad (he passed away when he was 47). It is incredible how much our boy looks like his dad. I love when I see that in him. πŸ™‚

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  5. such a loving and imaginative post Colline, I guess I do that now with my grandchildren, seeing them full of life and promise … although sometimes I do see my sons moving into middle-age with wisdom and tenderness, fulfilling their dreams, and staying well!

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  6. Oh, that was such a beautifully evocative post as in my mind’s eye I saw my girls in those stages too.
    Now, I see two of my girls as Mothers themselves and that has a whole new magic. Thank you for this post which brought me so many lovely thoughts. πŸ™‚

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  7. Depends on the time. Delightful companions. Little horrors, pushing the limits. Angels, being particularly sweet. Monsters, overtired and fighting like cat and dog. Being deliberatiely obtuse. Creating pride by showing brilliance at sport or academics.
    Now the grandkids carry on the tradition.

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  8. One of the loveliest things about having a daughter is seeing her with her own little one. When I am having a challenging moment, I think of my grandson, 3 months old cooing at his mother (my daughter). I hold this image like a short seconds long film-clip in my mind and surrender to the warmth and love that fills my heart for the both of them.

    Then, of course, something breaks that reverie…like my own 8-year-old screeching because his brother is tormenting him. Oh well. That’s what makes the reverie so delicious again next time!

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    1. Such a beautiful and precious moment Darlene. I am sure that one day the eight year old will be holding his own child in his arms and the screeching will be a memory of the past.

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