Why is it that the most interesting and heart-warming conversations take place at bed time?
Is is because our children are feeling safe and secure?
Is it because our children are finally letting their thoughts & questions that swarm through their minds during the day settle down and take root? And is it at bedtime where they can take some time, perhaps courage to express what is on their sweet & tender hearts????
I'm not sure.....
But let me tell you that I cherish....and treasure.....and feel honored that my children will share their thoughts, concerns, & questions with me.....
The other night at bedtime.....
Shea: Mom, Avery and I have the same kind of hair. A-n-d, the same kind of eyes, the same skin. A-n-d, we both have hands!
Me: Ummmm, yes.... (The 'same hand' thing kinda threw me....???)
Shea: Well, that means we are twins, right?
Me: Not really.....(interrupted by Shea...)
Shea: But Mom, when people look alike that means they are twins.
Me: Honey, just because people look alike doesn't mean they are twins. People are twins when they are born together....when they grow together inside of their mother.....twins have the same mother. You know that you and Avery have different first mommies so there is no way you can be twins.
Shea: (thinking...) I know that! But, we both are Chinese so that makes us alike.
Avery: (who is usually just a 'listener'...probably because Shea is such a 'talker'....finally pipes up with this comment-) Momma, I like you to be China.
To say I was slightly blown away by this comment is an understatement.....
Me: Ummmm, what do you mean?
Shea: I think she means she wants you to look like us.
Me: Avery, do you want Momma to look like you?
Me: Why, honey?
Avery: I like us to be the same.
Shea: She means she wants you to be Chinese. Me too!
Again, I was utterly amazed by this.....taken aback...falling more in love with my precious daughters....
To think that they wanted me to look like them....and not the other way around!
Me: That would be really cool if I could be Chinese like you. I would love to have black hair like you. I would love to have pretty eyes like you. And your skin....I would love to have beautiful skin like yours.
But instead, I have brown hair and brown eyes and white freckled skin. We are very different on the outside, aren't we???
Shea: That's okay, Momma. We still love each other.
Me: Always & forever! No matter what!
Shea: W-e-l-l, at least we have all have hands. We're the same that way!
Again, the hand thing.....
Well, here's my take on it:
My hands will always be there....
To hold them,
To caress them,
To wipe away their tears.
To clap for them with joy & pride,
To guide them,
To protect them,
Folded in prayer for them and with them!
A Mother-Daughter thing!