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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Understanding Love

Early this morning, around 3:30 a.m., my 2-year-old daughter was calling out from her room.

“Andre!? Andre?!”

I thought it a little odd that she was calling for her brother because they share a room. In my sleepy fog, I thought maybe I had heard wrong. I stumbled from my bed and went to Amareah who was sitting on the floor next to their bedroom door. My oldest daughter’s bedroom door was slightly open, which is always an indication that the 3 year old, Andre, had went into her room to climb in her bed.

Instead of trying to make Amareah go back to bed, I took her into my room and put her in my bed. Of course, seconds later the baby awoke and she also ended up in my bed.

In the morning, while I was brushing Amareah’s teeth and getting her ready for the day, I asked her a couple of questions: “Did you miss your brother when you woke up and he wasn’t there?”

She nodded and smiled.

“Did it hurt your feelings that he wasn’t there?”

She nodded again.

“You love your brother a lot, don’t you?”

She nodded, smiled and turned toward the door to see if she could catch a glimpse of him in the living room.

I asked her if she would tell him she missed him and she said yes, but when I called him into the bathroom so she could tell him she just smiled bashfully.

“Andre,” I said. “Amareah missed you last night when you left her in the room by herself.”

He glanced at Amareah with a loving look on his face.

“You missed me, ‘Mareah?”

She nodded.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry,” he said and walked away.

“That’s okay,” she said softly as he left… and, there it was again, her smile.

Later, I thought about Amareah and Andre, who are 15 months apart, and the special love they share. They argue, fight, fuss, disagree, yell at each other, push, pull, wrestle and get mad. And not one circumstance of their disagreements has changed how they feel about each other. That made me think about myself, unfortunately circumstances and occurrences involving the person I’m in relationship with are directly tied to my feelings. The more I am hurt, the less I feel love.

If only I could be like Amareah and Andre. I guess, like children in general. With all of our education, wisdom and experience it isn’t adults who understand love; it’s children.

Today, right before I left Andre and Amareah at daycare, Andre had his arm around Amareah because someone had hurt her feelings and pushed her. He wasn’t mad that she got her turn watching a movie he didn’t want to watch, he wasn’t mad that she often instigates arguments and makes him mad… he wasn’t mad at all. The only thing he saw was the person he loves was in pain.

Oh, how sweet, to understand love.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

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Smile Award

Thanks to Carrie at Rantings of a Woman for the Smile Award. This one means a lot to me because I know my writing isn't normally that funny, but to be acknowledged for a funny post is really rewarding. Especially when I meant it to be funny! LOL. Check out Bee Tragically Killed.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Dreading Mondays (What’s your least favorite day?)

Normally I try not to complain, but the only thing on my mind right now is how I wish it was still the weekend. By the time Sunday night arrives, I’m in a seriously bad mood thinking about everything that I need to, have to and want to do during the week. Mondays represent increased responsibilities, bills that need to be paid, children that need to go to school and daycare and, most of all, being alone with the baby.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my little ladybug. She is such a sweet baby. She laughs, “talks” and is somewhat interested in things going on around her. She’s normally not a fussy baby and she isn’t demanding, but oh how I long for time without her.

When my husband and I were together I would dread the weekends because everyone would go back to school and work. Now that I have a new baby by myself, I dread everyone going back to school AND being left alone with a little person. There is so much to do and I can’t get it all done. To add to that perfectionist/anal retentive stress there’s the financial pressure.

The financial strains make everything awful. So, as I sit here trying to concentrate on writing this and thinking about everything else I have to do, I also think about how to bring [more] money into the home. (I think I already told you about my job search and freelance/contractual search.)

Well, I have to run, even though I don’t think I finished my thought. Can you guess why? The answer is easy: I have to go because the baby, who has been in her swing for a record amount of time, is calling me. (At least right now she’s just calling out and talking… I notice the swing has stopped swinging so I’m sure she’ll be calling a little louder very soon.)

Before I go: Tell me which day of the week is your least favorite and why. Okay?

Uh… have a great day!
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