They're beautiful, they're sweet-smelling, they're cuddly and loveable. They teach you exactly what it means to have a heartbeat and never stop reminding you that we're just so unworthy of God's great goodness.
They also teeth and bite while nursing, hate the car so much that they scream and choke, only want their mamas to hold them (suddenly disliking the sling!) decide to become averse to all baby toys and desperately interested in their Daddy's Wii controllers, and they throw caution to the wind and go all willy-nilly just when some semblence of a routine gets established.
But they're also just so, so wonderful. None of the other matters in the long-run, and it usually doesn't even matter to us moms after five minutes has passed. Once that overtired, teething babe (or maybe her very dramatic, also overtired, tantruming older sister, wink) has calmed down and fallen asleep so fragilely in our strong arms, we forget everything except how much we want to love them and give them the world.
You know who babies remind me of? You and I, my friend.
To God, we're always kicking, screaming, biting, doing everything other than what He desires, and sometimes wetting our pants (figuratively at least...how many times has He set us up absolutely perfectly in a situation and we've gone and blown it? All-dressed-in-a-frilly-get-up-and-suddenly-wet-undies, say what?)
Just like parents, God sees through the earthly frustrations and right into the beauty that lies in our souls. The souls that He created. The souls that He delights in above all else.
When you feel like you just can't do it anymore, when children are clawing up you like a totem pole (and you wish you were a cactus), let our Heavenly Helper intervene. After all, our kids don't need a nanny but I sure do love having a Super One to take care of ME!
"Children are a heritage of the Lord, offspring are a reward from Him." (Psalm 127:3)