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A little Miracle

28 January, 2005 - 3:52 pm

Last night a miracle happened. One I have to hold on to with both hands but not so tightly that I break it.

Every night when I put the girls to bed I pick out H’s clothes for the next day and tuck her in, then I go across the hall and tuck K in – making sure that her closet door is shut and she has her doll. Usually I have to cross the hall again because H is up to something – she needs another drink of water, or she has a hangnail, which is why I start with her.

Last night when I tucked K in she asked me, ‘Do you think it would be ok if – once in while – we snuggle up under the covers before bed and talk about stuff.?”

My heart skipped a beat and my first thought was Uh oh, what happened? I said, “Like what kind of things?”

”I don’t know….Like poetry or…stuff at school. Just stuff….But you probably don’t want to do that tonight do you?”

Here was my pre-teen saying ‘Hey Mom, let’s get those lines of communication wide open now while we have the chance.’

I could here H from across the hall. I told K I’d be right back and I flipped on thee light by her bed and shut off the overhead on the way out. After getting H more settled I went back to K’s room and shut the door. I snuggled down into the cover with her and asked what was up.

She didn’t really want to talk about anything specific. We talked about her friends at school – one girl in particular that she gets along with in and off-and-on kind of fashion. We talked about her birthday party a little bit. She will be 9 in about a month. I can hardly believe it. Then I told her that on other nights we could talk for longer but tonight was a school night and she needed her sleep. She said she was fine with that and nestled down into the bedclothes.

It’s a beautiful thing. I’m not tooting my own horn because I stepped up – what else could I do??

I’m blessed that she gave me the opportunity.

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