Today, it's my children's day.....
|my son - he is seen as "naughty" and I see him full of love for life.|
|my daughter - always smiling with those beautiful eyes|
There are moments of quietness.
Its 7.30 pm the kids are both in bed sleeping. Our long day has ended and I can enjoy the restful quietness that envelops our home. I go to sleep feeling tired, maybe even exhausted but it was a good day....it is always a good day because we were given the opportunity to live it.
There are moments of laughter.
We are on the roof. Maya lying down on a carpet looking at life passing by, Gregory playing with soil, snails and big cars. I hang the clothes, grab one of his cars and go running after him. His shrieks of laughter mingle with my screaming of joy and his request for again don't stop. Maya can be seen smiling at us and once we talk to her those sweet smiles grow wider.
There are moments of tears & despair.
He is playing with his toys and suddenly wants to watch TV. I refuse because I do not believe in watching a lot of TV. He starts to throw toys about, I say that if it continues the toys will be thrown away but he resists and so I do as I said I would. He cries, thrashes, screams. She starts crying to tired but resisting to sleep. I loose it, start sreaming myself, demanding my son to stop it. Not wanting to see any reason myself, I shake him and he cries harder, comes for comfort and I reject him and suddenly my eyes open up...how guilty I feel, how desperate for not seeing earlier. I am deflated- I scoop up my son and calm him down. Tell him how sorry I was, that I am not alowed to do what I did. I cry with him, hug him and kiss him.
There are moments of stillness.
I sit in their room. My son playing with cars, my daughter on her gym mat. Engrossed in their play. I look at them so sweet, so young, so full of life. I wish to give them so much and yet I know I can't give them all. A picture forms in my mind and thank God for giving me this moment.