Maddie Spohr — the tiny toddler that took over Twitter — has changed us.
We, who fell in love with her as she giggled on video and who marveled at her stunning blue eyes and unbelievable eye lashes, won’t ever forget little Madeline. A smile and a spirit like Maddie’s is truly unforgettable.
In my latest column at Guideposts, I shared the lesson Maddie taught me.
Thank you Madeline — I just wish so badly you were still here…
Perspective makes us better parents…
It is 9:30 p.m. and I am still wrestling my squirming toddler, trying to get her to go to sleep–and it isn’t helping that my seven-year-old son keeps getting out of bed and peeking into her room.
I try to shield Olivia’s eyes and shoo him out, but she spies her big brother out of bed and ready to play. Jackson scrambles back to his room and I snuggle her and hold her tight, kissing her head and singing “Jesus Loves Me” in her ear.
When finally she surrenders to sleep, I slip away and go to my son who still isn’t staying in his bed.
I crawl into bed with him and he lays his head on my shoulder and curls up next to me. It is 10 p.m. and I’m exhausted. But I am not cross with him tonight. I just hold him tight and tell him stories about when he was little. I am tender and sentimental. I am cherishing him, even as my weariness grows…