Today I woke up with not much sleep behind me and yet I felt rested. For the most part. I can enjoy the day on the bit of sleep but little things can bother me easier. It’s amazing how quickly the kids pick up on it. Two boys caught me and I told them I was tired. They said it’s ok. “You’re allowed to be sometimes.” Well thanks, wise old men of 7 years. So we chatted and hugged. I got a back rub out of their pure desire to treat their auntie, no coaxing needed. We also discovered that if G put his ear against my shoulder and tapped on my elbow, he could hear the tapping as if it were mic'd. And it worked on his arm, too.
Really? Am I that lucky to be taken out of my sullenness and exhaustion by two little boys who have such joy that it just beams out of their eyes and oozes out their ears? What’s more is they continue to give me the compliment that I make them laugh all the time. Am I really that funny in real life? Maybe but I really only care if I can keep being funny as a gift to the kids.
Perhaps that’s why we’re good for each other. They make me smile and I help them smile, too. It’s easy and simple but good. The goodness that’s worth writing about and remembering.
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