These days, Lamb is into play-acting.

Every morning, I am greeted with a cheery twitter, “Mama, I am Dumbo.” He lets his tongue hang out, an idiot look plastered all over his face. But Dumbo is anything but idiotic.

Children might as well be elephants. They have a tremendous capacity for memory. Puppy can vividly recall things I said and did with her 3 years ago, when she was two.

I guess that’s why I’m so into this mothering job. The kids remember. Everything. The good, the bad and the ugly. I want to do my best. Fiercely. I’ve put my best into a lot of things, but I have to say this tops it all.

What will you remember most of all, Puppy, Lamb and Piglet? Tenderness? Love? Harsh words? Impatience? I keep remembering my mistakes.

This is bigger than what I can handle. On this Easter weekend, I remember what Jesus did when He gave His best for me – His life. And I have hope. He is bigger than death. He is bigger than my mistakes. And He shines new light into every new day.

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