So after waking up several times throughout the night with bad dreams, Eli woke up for the last time at 4:15 this morning - which means that we all have been up since 4:15. I laid in the dark in their room for awhile, trying to pretend I was asleep and shushing them if they made noises.
But finally light started to creep into the room and Ezra came over to me and Eli. I was totally grumpy and I made no efforts to disguise my frustration. Ezra pulled back the curtain and almost yelled, "Look Mommy!" I hesitated before opening an eye to see what he was pointing at.
I looked at the sky and saw pink clouds surrounded by the pale-blue light of the morning. Ezra looked at me and said, "Beautiful, huh."
"Yeah, Ezra, those are pretty beautiful," I said. He replied, "It's because the sun shines its colors on them."
Ezra loves the morning. I'm thankful to have children that help me remember to be happy about things. And frankly, I think that was really brave of him. I would probably have been a little scared of me and my bad attitude, and maybe he was. But I think part of him was excited for the beauty of the morning and part of him just wanted to make me happy.
And he did.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Pink Clouds
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I love you Jade! Pink clouds are beautiful...also the experience those boys are having is golden, better than any preschool. I think Tasha's boy maybe in the same boat experiencing the difficulty of another language/culture in the Philippines. It's hard and you're a good mom!
Just got home and read your words. It made me cry jade. I identify with everything and it's just so poignant. Because, always on the other side of the near insanity of child-rearing, is the incredible and pure love you feel in those moments of tender mercy. So dear.
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