...and *scene*

It does seem strange, doing this. I'm on stage and can't see the audience out there at all.  This appeals to me in a secret doesn't-seem-like-me way. I was painfully shy as a child, then all the sudden wanted to perform in school plays. But always sort of embarassed by that desire for attention.

I've been looking at some other blogs, or trying to. I can't figure out a good way to search for other posts on Blogger via labels. Yet. I'll add that word and have faith that I'll figure it out. 

I see a gazillion blogs by moms about their families. I am so not original. The cute-kid-stuff is not original. But it always falls into the "extraordinary", doesn't it?  We are all fascinated by our children. I'm sure I will spend a great deal of this blog transcribing conversations I have with my 4 yr-old son. And I suppose I'll include my 2 yr-old now, too, who is growing up freakishly fast.

Tonight my oldest, G, asked me to "accompany" him downstairs.

My youngest, O, got his flu shot and rather than cry, he asked the nurse "Why you do that?".

It's these moments, sprinkled through my days, that are my prayers. Really, these are the tiny little spaces when my thoughts turn to a higher power. I'm lucky enough to have some of these times at my outside-work as well, but when I'm with the boys my whispered prayers of "wow" are constant and comedic.  They are how I am so sure that my god has a great sense of humor and wants me to live a life full of laughter and love.  *sigh*  ...just thinking about how sweet they look asleep in their beds right now: "wow".  

I need to remember that at 4 am when G will inevitably stumble into our bed to "cuddle"...