When we moved into our new home in Georgia, my son Marshal was 11 years old. He is my youngest. We were out on the back deck which overlooks the beautiful valley below us and watching the sunset. My son said "I can't think of any artist that ever lived that can paint a picture that awesome, can you mom?" I cried. I realized how right he was and how lucky I am. Not only do I get to see this everyday, but I get to share that beauty with my children...the most awesome things in my life.

Contributed by Wendy

I recently had my second child. I was explaining to his 3 year old big brother that he had to take a nap because mommy was tired and needed to lay down too. He just looked at me with those big blue eyes and said "I will take care of you, Mommy. Lay down and I will rub your back." He then proceeded to do so, returning to me the favor I had done those countless times before. And showing me how much love can come in small packages.

Contributed by Krista

I decided that my children would not be gender stereotyped as I was raising them. My daughter owned a Tonka dumptruck, and my son owned dolls. Guess what?! My daughter would push her dolls around in her truck, substituting it for a doll carriage, while my son used his dolls as a basketball - it was so much easier for him to make a basket because he could sling it by the arms. I give up! *L*

Contributed by Art Angel