Gifts

I have this internal dilemma every time I do the laundry, I sort and wash and fold these sweet little clothes that my children wear (clothes that I love and have become very emotionally attached too) and feel this wonderful love for my kids and excitement for being able to do this job for them. And then..."a little bird" taps on my shoulder and reminds me that I am taking a gift from them by doing it all myself. And I know that bird is right. The sad thing is they don't see it as a gift right now...they see it as torture and they kind of hate me sometimes for listening to that little bird. I am so looking forward to that day when the light bulb goes off and all these little "gifts" I am giving them now can be recognized. Until then, the giving of these gifts is a little painful for me. Because I want them to love me now, to know how much I love them now. Being a mom is hard.