Thursday, October 8, 2009
I love, love, love all my daughters crystal clear blue eyes. Did I once have eyes like that??
Since I spend most of my day looking into Miss N's eyes I often see my reflection in them and wonder how she sees me.
Is love reflected there?
An example to grow into?
Maybe, maybe all of the above, maybe none of the above.
Nevertheless - this is what I contemplate - REFLECTIONS
Are we sometimes relecting out to others our NOT true self? I want my reflection to show my inner desires, beliefs, what I know to be true.
Why do I allow my children to see the Not so perfect me? The one who may be angry, have a short temper, or the one whom is too busy to stop and play. Who allows a schedule or clean house to mean more to me than they do?
I will try harder to reflect
**Update - Do I have to still be kind that while I was composing this Miss G unrolled toilet paper around the house?
And please note I don't really have a clean house - what upsets me the most is that I have to tell my kids No alot just so I can achieve minimal cleaning so the house is liveable - that is the most annoying - or maybe the dirt just follows us around - see a previous post- We are PIGPEN about this topic!!