Two weeks depression...
I think the clouds are parting. As the tulips push their way up through the ground and the buds form on the trees, life is changing in this house. The bad times don't last, thank God.
We have also watched some of the classics, like "A Little Princess", "The Velveteen Rabbit", and "The Secret Garden".
Being sick has given me precious time with each of my children. This time was spent simply to be together- no other agenda. I sat and watched Brookie excitingly introduce me to one of her favorite computer games. She was so vivid and dramatic with her excitement. I squeezed her head against my shoulder and kissed her.
"I love it when you kiss me like that", she said. She compliments me often. Just today she said, "Mama, you are so fat and strong."
OK, that probably wasn't a compliment. My sloppy sick attire wasn't flattering.
I have easily gotten swept up in the moment with these young people ballet dancing, prancing, imagining, giggling, and innocently loving.
And YES, sometimes they bring out the worst in me.
When something goes really wrong and I start to panic- I could dwell in my fears or remember what God says. When I remember what God says, it's like waking up from a nightmare and greeting a fairy tale.