we spent some time, on this rainy day, at huntington beach. the rain paused briefly to let isaak "get his energy out!" we had the moist sand all to ourselves. perfect for making tracks. we observed waves. isaak discovered "pledge allegiance to the flag!" we walked. we laughed. we ran. and then the drizzle began. isaak had been longing to use his umbrella. so, up the shelter came. at this point, i felt myself getting crabby. isaak was so thrilled to be playing in the drizzle. he had been eagerly awaiting the fun. i don't quite know what came over me... but i was just not feeling it. my inner grouch came out. i heard myself saying things to my sweet boy that i didn't like. yet, i kept up the bad mood. i felt a battle rage inside me. knowing i was not liking my mama-ing. i chose to stop. take a breath. and confess. and heard my precious boy say "it's okay mama... i forgive." today, i am grateful for the pure heart of my son. for the lesson of how to forgive. without hesitation. without strings. only love.
October 14, 2009
we spent some time, on this rainy day, at huntington beach. the rain paused briefly to let isaak "get his energy out!" we had the moist sand all to ourselves. perfect for making tracks. we observed waves. isaak discovered "pledge allegiance to the flag!" we walked. we laughed. we ran. and then the drizzle began. isaak had been longing to use his umbrella. so, up the shelter came. at this point, i felt myself getting crabby. isaak was so thrilled to be playing in the drizzle. he had been eagerly awaiting the fun. i don't quite know what came over me... but i was just not feeling it. my inner grouch came out. i heard myself saying things to my sweet boy that i didn't like. yet, i kept up the bad mood. i felt a battle rage inside me. knowing i was not liking my mama-ing. i chose to stop. take a breath. and confess. and heard my precious boy say "it's okay mama... i forgive." today, i am grateful for the pure heart of my son. for the lesson of how to forgive. without hesitation. without strings. only love.
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that is so sweet that Isaak was so forgiving. we all have moments like this...and we can either let them overtake us and everyone (like the waves) or we can see them for what they are opportunities for grace and humbleness by calling them out. sounds like you handled it in a way that was not only healing to you and also modeled for Isaak a peaceful way to deal with conflict or misguided emotions. blessings~
Emme has started to say, "Mama, talk nice a Emme. Emme a nice girl. Talk happy, Mama." What a great reminder to snap out of it and practice what I teach;)
xoxo
Natalie
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