Party is over. Went great. Lots of fun. Intended to post some photos, but decided I want to check with the parents first before I post their offsprings’ faces online.
So, to celebrate the other event on Sunday – albeit a few days late – here’s a photo I took recently at the breakfast table.
On a regular basis, I have at least one of my children needing a napkin or towel, having jostled her bowl or knocked over her glass.
“Mama, I spilled my milk.”
“Mama, my shirt is wet.”
“I’m sorry, Mama.”
But on that morning, I unexpectedly heard an excited “Hey, Mama, I spilled my milk and IT LOOKS LIKE A HEART!”
And it reminded me of the small hole we discovered in the concrete entry of our local Sam’s Club last summer. (I do miss my old camera, but love that the new one fits in my pocket and comes almost everywhere with me now.)
And just the other night, middle kid called me into her bedroom. “Look at the shadow our flower lights are making!” Sure enough, up on the ceiling: a huge heart, made by the light partially cast off by two lamps that were positioned in just the right spots at that moment.
My girls adore finding these symbols of love in the most unexpected places.
That got me thinking about how I live my life, especially in front of them, day in day out…
They spill their milk – how do I react? They do what I’ve told them a million times not to do – what do I say? And how do I say it? They carry on during the dreaded Hour Before Dinner, shredding my last nerve – what do my hands, my voice, my eyes communicate to them?
I’ve dropped the ball in the past and know I will in the future, but I want to do my part in leaving “symbols of love” in unexpected places…
Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day!