How many times in one day can I say phrases such as, "stop it" or "quit touching one another" or "that's enough?" Well, more than I could have ever possibly imagined! An endless stream of commands, do and don'ts seems to be following from my mouth to empty ears lately! My children seem to only be able to show love for one another by pinching, kicking, climbing on, or hitting each other. Only small moments of compassion for each other spot a world of back talking, fighting, and in general disobedience. And when I feel like I just can't take anymore...I hear a small sweet little voice say, "oh mama." Truett's way of telling me "I love you." "Oh mama" is always followed by a hug and the cutest little pat on my arm from the tiniest hand. It is a simple little blessing that let's me know that it's all worth it, that I am at least doing okay, and that while they may be deaf ears to 99% of what I say at least "I love you" is getting through.