These nice quiet flowers are an antidote to my kids who are L-O-U-D, LOUD! They scream when they're sad, they scream when they're happy or delighted. The first week of them being here I came running from my bedroom to the garage to break up a massive knock-down-drag-out-fight. Turns out they were happy, all chattering and squealing.
Whoops, you heard that, huh? A kid just now running up the stairs, bellowing, "MOM"?!? with as much gusto as an opera singer. I'm 2 rooms away.
Today I decided to clamp down on the "MOM-bellowing" from another room. You see the girl who belongs to these flip-flops (girl #3) takes naps and between the dog jumping on the bed licking her, or kids shaking the house with their yells, her nap always seems to end too soon. So I warned the kids playing to keep it to a dull roar or they'd have to go have "quiet time" themselves. After some nice playing girl #2 came "MOM"ming down the stairs and since I had already reminded her twice to keep her voice down I scolded her and said she was off to bed after we talked the fight between her and her sister out. We talked about the problem that caused the whining and #1 skipped off. #2 stood there, head down, knowing bed awaited her. Her big round eyes looking at her feet she quietly said, "Mom?" stillness, quiet, she looked at me and after a few seconds of silence (I think she was getting her courage up) stammered over her words... "Can, can, can I do it again?" (still, quiet) "I mean can I try again? Can I start over?" The words were so powerful. Her eyes and every ounce of her being was fighting to maintain calmness and composure but she looked like the fate of the whole world rested on my answer. I just sat and looked at her, torn. How can not follow through with what I said I'd do? But then, how can I miss this opportunity to show her some mercy when she is so maturely asking for a new start? You know I had to relieve her burden. Her face lit up and she skipped away too. I didn't hear another peep from her. It's 5:08 and girl #3 is still sleeping (she went to bed at 1:30.) That's gonna be bad news at bedtime. Maybe I should rethink my "quiet" rule.
I hope I can forgive much and love much that my wee Killys might know Big forgiveness.
Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.” (Luke 7:47 ESV)
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Hey, friend! I know this is totally off the topic, but my mom always puts those orange nasturtium flowers in her salads. I've never been brave enough to eat one... But just seeing them reminded me of her!
Love you, and thanks for sharing your lives through this blog.
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