There are times when what we've given to life gets reflected back at us. Sometimes it comes as a realization, while watching a stranger's behaviour. Sometimes it hits closer to home. My experience of motherhood has given me many of these moments. Sometimes it sucks, like when I heard my Kitten chastising her dolly using my voice and words. Or when I hear her say things like, "I can't..." That's one of my personal favourites. Thankfully, I only hear that one about twice a year. The great thing is, unless we've been icy or ogreish from day one, now and again we also get to see a reflection of our good sides.
This evening, while I was dishing up my dinner (Kitten and Nana had already eaten and Wolf was eating in the solace of our room), Kitten regaled me with tales from the book she just finished... for the third time. After a few minutes, she opened up the first page - a warning page - and read it aloud. Then, she flipped to the author's note and read out his words. When she was done, she smiled and said, "Y'know Mom, I really think you'd like this book and I think it would be cool if I read it to you, y'know, when we're in the truck and stuff. I mean, you've spent so much time reading out loud to me."
So, with thankfulness and joy, this evening I began listening to a dynamic narration of Rick Riordan's The Red Pyramid. It's a brilliant story that doesn't need to be read aloud by a loved one... but if you happen to have one handy, I'd recommend you both (all) give it a try.
Bliss...
