Right now, as I write, my children are playing. Together. Without screaming. or arguing. or fighting. And I happened to just glance over at the couch and see the most precious thing.
Ella is laying on the couch, pretending to sleep. Emma is pretending to be her Mama, and Ella is playing right along! I'm hearing pretend snores coming from Ella, and Emma is getting ready to "read" a book to Ella. Ella has also brought the small fan from their bedroom out into the living room, and Emma unplugged the lamp to plug the fan in.
"What are you girls doing?" I ask.
"We're playing sleep-time." says Emma.
"Are you sleeping, Ella?" I ask.
"Yesssss." says Ella, her lisp very pronounced.
It's so cute! And gives me all those warm, fuzzy feelings that you love to have for your kids. Because a few hours ago? Those feelings weren't there. Nope. I wasn't feeling too warm and fuzzy when Emma yanked Ella off of a dining room chair, scraping Ella's face on the desk in the process. But I have a smile on my face now. Doesn't seem that long ago that I was doing the same thing with my siblings.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
My children are playing together nicely and I hate to ruin a good thing.
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those are the times we'll remember much later, when they're off at college with boyfriends and hormones and aspirations...and I'm not going to think about that anymore!
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