When you smile at me, I cry
And to save your life I’d die
With a romance that is pure in heart
You are my dearest part
Whatever it requires
I live for your desires
Forget my own, your needs will come before
Who could ever love you more?
–Celine Dion, “Miracle”
Every once in a while I am overwhelmed by the responsibilities of parenthood. When you marry, you promise to love, honor, obey, cherish etc. your husband. Many will put the needs of their spouse before their own. (The really mature among us put the best interests of the family unit above the desires of the individual.)
But children change that dynamic. I can’t survive on less than 8 hours of sleep a night; yet I willingly wake at three-hour intervals to care for Ethan. When either of the boys are sick, I walk the floors waiting for the comforts of Mommy and Tylenol to help them rest easier.
You worry about the kind of world in which they are growing up; you shelter them from foul language and bad behavior and instill in them the Golden Rule and good morals and values. And you pray that they will make the right decisions when they get older.
Having kids is tantamount to letting your heart walk around outside of your body.