I grew unusually irritable as we finished preschool yesterday. It was a bigger-than-usual project (making cardboard box turtle shells the kids could really wear) for "T is for Turtle" day. H4 threw at least 2 full scale tantrums at the end, and I was unable (unwilling?) to put on a happy face.
I growled my way through lunch time, recognizing that this would not be a good way to continue the day, but still stuck.
As I cleaned up the lunch mess (I did not make the children stay to help as I was actually trying not to scold them unnecessarily) I had to go downstairs to put something way or find something--I'm not really sure. Either way I walked past the "library" and caught a glimpse of J10.
She was curled up on the couch poring over The Encyclopedia of Country Living.
I don't know what she was reading about.
She was just silently reading . . .
that's nothing earth-shattering--she's a good reader--she reads often.
But something in my heart and mind clicked into place.
I was ruffled, irritated, angry no longer.
Her serenity flooded my heart.
And I was healed.