bedtime stories

August 28, 2012 § 4 Comments

Last night my son was performing his weekly chore of taking the garbage and recycling to our curb. I joined him curious to see how he wrestled the weight of the bulky containers  over the patch of grass. I knew he was capable, the containers are present and accounted for most Tuesday mornings. After maneuvering the first container with his own well established routine of rotating movements my son stopped and stared at the sky. Look Mom, isn’t the moon particularly beautiful tonight?

I couldn’t see the moon for the trees and had to move to find the brilliant ball illuminating the sky. It was a small moment, but a lovely reminder of my son’s blessings. This is the piece of his personality I am humbled by. Regardless of the events of the day he finds beauty and shares the moment eager to connect.

As predictably as my son finds beauty in everyday routines and meditates in a moment of appreciation, my daughter creates laughter and music.

Bath time is a lengthy and often messy production. My daughter plays beneath the shower and under the bath water with an eclectic collection of household items and toys. Last night, while handing her a towel, she proudly exclaimed, I hid the dirty elephant. I mean the evidence. I didn’t find the elephant, but I wanted to clap for the happy accidents of childhood language that linger in our home.

And then we danced. Dressed in her pajamas our daughter guided my husband and I in a new song, marching through the coordinating gestures from a music class routine.  Off key and out of time we stole a few more minutes of daytime from the moon and I gave thanks for precious gifts of time with my favorite people and the boundless joy they bring me.

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