As parents, we all know that if our children are in pain, we are in pain. If their hearts are breaking, our hearts break right along with theirs. Their struggles are our struggles. Our joy is seeing their joy. It is true that there is no love like the love parents feel for their own child. A child is a gift from God. A treasure.

We sometimes take for granted this privilege and this blessing. We complain about the middle of the evening wake-ups, teething, the “terrible twos” and stepping on Legos after the 100th time in a 24-hour period we’ve asked our kid to clean his room. I get it as I am there now and going through the thick of having a 9 year-old boy. In truth, I would not trade motherhood for anything.