True story.
I was communicating with a friend once day and in a text response to, "what are you doing?", I said, "I'm a busy bee [insert emoji]!"
Only, the emoji I used wasn't the bee-hive, it was the....
...poop.
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An ugly brown pile of crap.
Ya.
That's a little bit of the person you're dealing with--honest mistake.
On a very similar note, my girls have carried the same language and communication barriers I have. Because we don't take ourselves too seriously, it comes in the form of intentional sophisticated conversation, followed by pauses for insight--in hope that the female communicating such ere hasn't noticed her mistake-- so we can wittily express ere and give the whole group a giggle.
Yesterday Miss Lydia sat in the car and stared straight forward with the most serious of expressions emulating deep contemplation within. She mentioned how I would be doing what an old man was while crossing the road to gather his grandchildren from school at the end of the day, to which I told her I'd look just like him. She said, "Mom, you're not even remarkably close to that"! (pause and stare at her with a grin of anticipation). I took center stage and quietly asked her, "Did you mean 'remotely'"? She covered her face in embarrassment and we all shared a chuckle.
I told the girls they have inherited my trait--it is either belly-aching funny to those who see the laid-back side of life, or annoyingly unnerving to those who consider us mere dim wits because we aren't intellectual enough. Believe me, we are very intellectual--always thinking, processing, and coming up with the ideas that truly catalyze all of life's outcomes. We are philosophical geniuses! Or, at least novice learners!😉
Yes, these moments happen often with Lydia, but don't get me wrong, they speak little of who this wise woman is. She is the tamed lion of our home. She sees conflict and has mindful ways of understanding perspectives for all parties, yet has the control to stay quiet until just the right time to express her perception of the events. She quite honestly amazes me with the accurate image she draws of all people, and how compassionate her perspective can be towards all as well. She is truly an Aquarian archetype, the bearer of truth.
Maya is the major communicator of the home--always chatting with a verbal entourage of this and that. Because she has a true love for people, she has friends who are drawn to her so they can chat away as well. I love that about her. Yet, she has way more to say than any forum or friendship gives her the space for, and she prefers it to be said in person. So, while her friends are away, she is either singing the next Taylor Swift song, right in my face--with a quirky, yet attractive dance attached--or talking in, what I call, double speed.
(You know...the speed with which you listen to audible, because the slow sultry voice is taking too much time getting to the point, and before you know it you have forgotten what you were even listening to.)
If she isn't chatting...even at my bedside at 9pm while her father eyes her to leave repeatedly because it is now his time to sit in a quiet room, (ahem) and mine too...then she is creating, dancing, reading, or watching. And then, yes, saving her reflections for the next big download with whoever will listen.
Often it is me, sometimes Connor, but lately Aiden has found a kinship with her nature.
Getting ready for a school dance. She hated putting mascara on, but gave it a go!
Holding the expired flowers from Beauty and the Beast, her latest musical she was involved in with our local High School. She played many roles...a townswoman, a napkin, a gargoyle, and a napkin transformed into a beautiful woman in a blue and white ballgown!
As it would be, Aiden (not pictured here), has the desire to share his take on life with the world. He is the jokester of the family. No, he isn't cracking inappropriate hogwash, he is waiting for just the right moment to take center stage and charm me with his quick-witted comments and reflections--they throw me into unexpected giggles each time. I'll start recording the moments for your delight.
He is also the lover of well-told storylines, intertwining the dramatic and philosophical elements of life with a beautiful rendition of a film with action, intensity, and an undertone of deep reflective awe.
Have you seen Prisoners?
That was Aiden's latest recommendation to me. He desires to tell those stories in action. He would certainly charm and entertain any audience that will behold him.
Connor is my quiet, shy, powerhouse of information, empathy, and creative insight into life. He has a way of recalling the most minute of details, just the right ones, to add to a conversation at just the right moment. It creates laughter, as he works his charm right alongside Aiden, or intrigue--because the recall is full of life's essence. He has the ability to structure his time in a manner I have not seen before, always allowing himself the ability to bury himself in a book or cinematic work of art--diving in to understand not just the surface of information involved, but the inexpungible oceans of it.
But at the end of the day, he is always sure to make certain I am okay. And if I am not, a tight hug and "I love you." are added to the "I love you" that comes with each of his parting words towards me.
Gavin?
He is a true best friend, lover of life, people, games, and beautiful girls! He sees the sorrowful soul and feels an ache in his heart. He witnesses tears in my eyes and his swell in unspoken ache. He sees the quiet reader and expresses awe at their reflective nature. He jumps with joy and cuddles with intention. He is a healer of my broken heart.
Poor Gavin has been very ill since October. Unending fevers, infections, aches and pains, so much fatigue, and in need of lots of tender care. We are trying to get to the route of it all. It is suggested that he see an ENT, as his ears are always a bother, since October. He has never had an ear infection until recently. We will engage a stronger work-up to make sure all is well elsewhere. Until then, please pray for my little man.
All is well today.
Kids are rising.
Dad is working.
Mom is writing.
Love,
Miss Crys💙 Crystal💜 Mommy💗
