Sometimes when I get sad and beyond hungry, I drive through McDonalds,pay my order, and then check the total of the order for the car behind me. If its under $5, I pay it. Today, I watched the lady behind me hand the cashier the money and point to the car behind her. And seriously, then the car behind her. I wonder how long it lasted. It made my day. I threw her a thumbs up and she returned it. What an amazing moment. It was hard to feel sad after that.
But I can't be satisfied and let it go. I fantasize that it is still going on that the show of love and gratitude makes the news.
In the midst of divorce, now, more than ever, my children look to me. "They look to me to see how merciful and generous I am in good times. They look to me to see how strong and faithful I am in bad times. They watch, they listen, and they model. Years from now I want my children to remember a childhood lived well, with a mother who was loving, consistent, devoted, funny, disciplined, playful, and totally present and emotionally available."(Kristin Armstrong)
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Sunday, February 19, 2012
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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.
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 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
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