Precious Moments

Today, our Bert saw and felt and heard rain for the first time.  Mesmerized,  he pointed, each grunt excited and punctuated by his distinct question mark voice.   Talking and singing to him about our rain was invaluable.  This is made more special by the infrequency of rain here, in Southern California.

In my head, I thought to myself:  What a precious moment!  Then, I cringed as I recalled this collection  of Christian-ish figurines labeled Precious Moments(as pictured above), that frequently adorned bedrooms(and t-shirts too) of "normal" girls in the community of my childhood.  So very not me..

What a sweet little experience for each of us.  Indeed a precious moment. 

My little boys are the closest thing I know to religion. 
They are:  Gifts. Love. Hope. Forgiveness. Trust. Light.
I could not be more humbled.

xoxox

IN Sensitivity

People have inquired why I began my blog(my initial posts) as I did, exposing my dark spots for anyone who had not yet seen. I guess I wanted to preface everything I write with a note about how my perceptions came to be. I am extremely sensitive(likely caused or worsened by early experiences). This is not to imply that I am always kind or fair but none the less, I upset easily(and I apologize easily as well,when given the chance). As I scroll through my history of hurt feelings, I see that I often surrounded myself with people who lack the ability to acknowledge that: Feelings exist and shouldn't be disputed, even when they are not shared or are difficult to understand. You don't have to actually experience another's feelings to give respect to them. Do you? I am utterly confused and, I guess, intolerant of people who, when presented with anything along the lines of "That bummed me out when you said or did X.", can only respond with, "I was only joking." or "Quit being so sensitive." or even worse..."Yeah...well you hurt my feelings when_____________"....OH and lets give due credit to the enlightened phrase: "Lighten up!" that always works wonders. What happened to "Oh. I am sorry if my words/actions hurt you."? I am so very proud to live in a house where even my 2 year old instinctively apologizes to the dogs and his baby brother if he sees them in distress. I don't in any way think he is assuming responsibility for the distress, so much as demonstrating empathy. Is it possible that he is already more evolved than many adults? It seems as though he is. You rock little stud!!XO