Having a bundle of kids is quite a balancing act. There is a lot that I think is fun and amazing and sometimes even easy... but somethings are really hard. The balance between making each child feel individually loved and valued can be hard. Especially when you throw me into the mix... do I want what is best for the kids? Absolutely. Do I still get bent out of shape, pouty, and essentially turn into a 3-year-old when I don't get the attention I want from my husband? Yup.
It is pathetic, really. Every part of me knows that the time my husband spends with the kids is so valuable. He loves them, cherishes them, and wants them to have his undivided attention. Then why am I so needy too? I constantly need to call out to God, begging Him to remind me that I don't need my husband's undivided attention. All I need is fulfilled through God. The Pilot is merely icing on the cake.
I am blessed with such a good and kind husband. I pray daily that God works in my heart to be less self-centered and to "share" better.
