The price of having a child is high, but the rewards surpass any monetary value put on your little bundle of joy and energy.
That was the essential point of one of those e-mail forwards I got from my mother recently. It made me wonder what it was about children that makes adults believe they get "glimpses of God" when they see their children.
I know, I know, I'm probably biased, cold and unfeeling because I haven't experienced that yet, but even so, why not ponder such a question?
I mean, weren't we all children at one point? Since we were, don't we have that magic within ourselves, too? If we don't, where does it go and why does it leave us?
It's certainly not a terrible thing to have a little child to bring more joy and magic into the picture, but if our lives are devoid of that before a child enters onto the scene, there's something really amiss.
Children should add something to life, not be the missing element of joy that is suddenly put back into place once they arrive into our lives.
I hope we all know that the reality of the situation is that they are just as much a challenge as they are a joy to have. At least I know I, personally, was that way as a little kid.
My innocence and mischievousness sparked a lot of fun at times and yet it was also capable of causing a lot of trouble and heartache at other times.
My parents not only got to see little glimpses of God every day, they got to see little glimpses of a little demon every day, too.
They just got lucky like that.
I guess it just really struck me as odd that that e-mail was talking about the rewards of having children, as if it were something we don't have inside of ourselves anymore. Or at least we don't allow ourselves to feel or express it much as adults.