I see my children every day. I see them make messes and fight. I see Corrina's unmanageable hair, Kennedy falling asleep with her finger in her nose, I see Georgia throw a million fits a day.
I see that they only want to talk to me if I'm on the phone. I see that they don't like to go to bed and that they only need things from me when I'm trying to take a shower.
I see that they never like what I make for dinner. I see that they keep me from sleeping.
Do I really see my children? Do I see that they are people, individuals?
Do I see that they have very real thoughts, hopes and fears of their own? Do I see that they will be (and are now) so much more than just my children?
Do I see the different hats they will wear throughout their lives? Do I see that they are so much more than daily inconveniences? Do I see that it is not my job to tell them what to think, what to want, what to fear and how to live? Do I see that it is my job to teach them? To listen to them? To support them? To encourage them?