I've been in a black fog for the last week. Some of it self-inflicted, a lot of it...not. One of the many blessings of having little children is that they will frequently utter something that brings you to your knees, or at the very least... to tears. A few days ago I was tossing another load into the washer and GIRL called out to me urgently.
GIRL: Mama!....MAMA!???
JCK: Yes, GIRL!
GIRL: Mama, come here. I need you.
JCK: Just a second, GIRL. Let me just finish putting this load of laundry in the washer.
GIRL: O.K., Mama.
GIRL is patiently sitting at her art table, waiting for JCK.
JCK: O.K., sweetie. What did you need?
GIRL: Mama?
JCK: Yes....
GIRL: Mama, I think Christmas is more about love and delight than getting things.
And, in the midst of my black mood, and feeling like I never get anything done, I got off the mommy madness merry-go-round, and realized that something very right is going on here. And I get to be a part of it....
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