Do our kids ever really understand just how much we love them? I wonder if they ever really grasp the never ending number of times we will go to bat for them. The pride we have in their accomplishments. The worry . . . yes . . . that’s there. But the joy we take in celebrating some of their smallest victories.
So when my friend’s son became a father for the first time she said to him, “You don’t know how much I love you . . . . but you will.”
Recently he called and shared something funny about his little girl and then he simply said, “Mom, I know how much you love me. Now . . . I know.”
I love that. I thought you would too.