As I showed my frustration towards her inability to stop this terrible habit (that I feel I started her on) I looked at her face and saw so much deeper than I ever have before. She wasn't upset, I don't think, but she was so solemn and for the first time I saw inside this girl who is just like me. She's a girl, a child, with a heart, soul, thoughts just as my own. When someone speaks to her harshly, she would feel just as I would when someone speaks harshly at me. My heart froze, my mind raced & and words stopped short. How must I look to her? How must she feel sensing the disappointment in my tone and words over such a silly thing. Why did it take me so long to see depper into my children? Why do we react SO quickly & sharply to their mistakes, to their actions and energies? Sometimes I think they are almost like foreigners to us. We expect so much out of them but do not look beyond their faces and into their hearts. Why have I never seen behind their outter layers and into their heart? They're so beautiful on the outside, we dote on their beauty, making them so handsome and beautiful for others to look at and we feel so proud. But their inner beauty needs to be nurtured, to be loved and cultivated. She needs to see God in me! The God that is loving with a limitless love, the God that is patient with me. She needs to see God in me!