By having our two children, we have certainly seen the interactions with our neighbours increase.
There always seem to be kids at the door asking for pavement chalk refills; for help tightening cheap bike seats that have come loose again; for sand box toys; for bandages for scraped knees; or simply: 'Can the boys come out to play?'
But beyond those things, they have helped me see the heart of God more. To cuddle with our four-year-old after a bad dream and rub his back as he goes back to sleep; to pick up our two-year-old and feel his tight squeeze around my neck.
That's what it must feel like for God to be loved by his children. That must be what God feels like when we embrace him.
More than longing for a great finger painting, or a new trick on the bicycle, or the use of a great conjugation when they speak, what I long for most from my children after a long day in the office is for them to see me and run towards me with all they've got; for them to jump into my arms and hold me tight.
Of all the things my children have taught me, the most important is to do the one thing that God requires of us - to simply throw ourselves at him and to love him. To love him with all our heart, all our soul, all our mind and all our strength. And that would be enough (Deuteronomy 6:5).
My children are helping me with the the most important thing in mission and in the whole of my Christian life - to love God.
I've discovered more about myself in this process - that I like being close to my family, that I don't like to travel away from them so much. Some people have a greater capacity for that; God bless them. I don't.