Nathan is showing me a map he has sketched that will take me to Louisiana or Africa, or anywhere I need to go. We'll keep it in the car from now on.
Today I am reminded that life is a gift. Children are gifts, and I need to believe it when brothers fight and cry because one accidentally turns over the other one's small pot planted with parsley seeds (while I was on the phone with a dear friend who is grieving after a miscarriage). The pot should have been up high, but it was sitting on a low window sill so Nathan could water it daily. Anyway, it's over, and I did my best to teach that when we forgive, we also forget - but I know for myself, that's easier said than done. In fact right now, they're probably practicing how to sneak from one bedroom to the other so they can be together during quiet time. Those little rascals.
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