I love you. Lots and lots and lots. And then more lots and lots and lots.
In fact, I love you so much that I think one of the best ways I can show that to you is to make good choices for you right now so that later on you know how to make good choices. I want you to see me making decisions and I want you to see the results.
Why? Cause you're only five and three and one and I'm, well, much older. But really, the answer is cause God asked me to be the parent, not you.
I love you so much that it's okay to hear you cry when you don't understand my decisions. I love you so much that it's okay to see you frustrated when you don't get your way. I love you so much that I'm willing to endure moments of tantrums in hopes that you'll observe good decisions made on your behalf so that in the future you can enjoy longevity in wisdom and discernment.