Lest I forget
An old diary entry: Sept 20, 2005
Yesterday, I was feeding Mazie while the other children were playing kickball. Then I heard it. The door opened and I heard shoes clipping across my newly scrubbed kitchen floor.
In my mind I prepared my lecture…”Get out!! Get those shoes off!!”
Faith rounds the corner ( she is about 2 ½ at that time), mud dripping off her shoes, a huge smile on her face-“Mommy….”
Then it erupted, “ Get out, Get those shoes off.”
In confusion, she turns away and runs the other way, opening the cellar door and fleeing.
Immediately, I feel regret and follow quickly. On the steps is a much loved and over handled dandelion.
-OH NO-I am so sorry.
May I be a mom that notices the flower in the hand before the mud on the shoes.
Such regret. Sometimes I miss the boat entirely. Sorry to a two year old is meaningless 😦