love them

I had another moment, you know, a motherhood is great moment. 

I was feeding Henry his bedtime bottle, and singing the latest chosen song I sing to him, My Own Story from My Turn On Earth. 

He finished his bottle a verse early, but I decided to finish the song anyway, so we just stared at each other while I sang. 

And the last few words to the song are" A wonderful story of sadness and glory was written by Jesus and Me."

And it hit me, Henry is writing his own story with our heavenly father. I have been here thinking this is my journey in motherhood, teaching him the gospel etc, but he is his own spirit, that needs to have his own relationship with Heavenly Father. Its as if I thought Henry knows about Heavenly Father THROUGH my relationship with him, but thats completely wrong. He knows Heavenly Father I am sure better than I do. He's amazing, his spirit is so strong and so present in our home. 

I was born to be his mom, and I feel like he is constantly teaching me how to be Charlie's mom, too. 

ah. I love my kids. 

They are who I am.