Long ago (when I was a younger mom and still sure I knew almost everything) someone told me that they showed love for their child by buying them things.
I was appalled. I'd known immediately when I first heard of the book "The Five Love Languages" that whatever my love language was, it wasn't gifts. In my (young) wisdom I knew that there were better and healthier ways to show love than to buy things.
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Years have passed since that time. I can still remember an intermediate moment when I had the realization "I am buying my child's love with this purchase here and now." And I still did it. Because right then I wanted to show love and that seemed like a good way in that moment.
I've shown love to my kids many different ways since then. I've given rides and massages and back scratches, I've had late night talks and long phone calls. I've played board games and card games and done things I didn't want to do when I was too tired to do them. All of it because I love these kids like crazy and want them to know it.
I was laughing this morning as I wondered how many batches of cookie dough I've made in the weeks that Josh has been home. Three of them I can't blame on him--they were for the day I took snacks for 90 kids to band camp. I could have gone to the store and bought something, of course, but once again I was showing my love for my 3 band kids by bringing the good stuff, real homemade chocolate chip cookies.
Usually Josh wants regular cookies, but a few days ago I made chocolate chocolate cookies with both chocolate and mint chips. I baked some cookies and put the rest of the dough in the fridge where Josh found it and declared it the best cookie dough ever. Yesterday I made more, once again baking just one batch and putting the rest in the fridge.
This morning I noticed that while no more cookies have been baked, the cookie dough is almost gone. Guess it's time to make another batch. Josh leaves for Rexburg in a couple of days and I have to show my love by making cookie dough while I can.
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