Fortunately, we managed to turn our attention from the minor frustrations of the morning to our schoolwork. All bickering was forgotten in the quest to complete schoolwork and chores before 11:30, when my good friend picks up the girls on Wednesday.
My 10-year-old is her 'mother's helper' and my 9-year-old is a 'mother's helper's apprentice.'
(OK, this is totally not relevant to my topic today, but I just have to tell you this story:
My friend and I meet about once a week to pray together. My kids usually come along to play with her kids. Last week, Anna was caring for her baby, my Isaac and her Ezra were playing, and my Lydia was playing with her Lucy. My friend walked into the bathroom after we left to find long strands of Lucy's hair on the bathroom floor.
"Lucy, what happened here? Did you cut your hair? I want you to tell me the truth."
"Will I get a spank Mommy?"
"No, honey. I just want the truth."
Pause. "Will Lydia get a spank?"
"No, honey. What happened here?"
"Lydia cut my bangs."
My friend called me laughing hysterically. (I am SO GLAD she wasn't mad!) "I promised Lucy Lydia would not get in trouble for this. And I think that Lydia has a future in cosmetology - she did a really good job cutting her bangs. But please ask Lydia not to do it again."
At dinner that night, I related the story. "Lydia, what happened?"
"Well, Lucy wanted me to cut her bangs. I tried to say no (keep in mind here: Lydia is 9, Lucy is 3), but she just insisted!"
I tried not to laugh. "Honey, this is why you are a mother's helper's apprentice!")
I'm glad that my friend was willing to give Lydia another chance at being a mother's helper's apprentice today. And so was she.
With the distraction of schoolwork and chores, and a warm cup of tea, my mood lifted. Then, joy of joys, the sun came out! I never take any peak of sun for granted since moving back to Illinois, especially in the fall or winter.
All afternoon, I've tried to find excuses to sit on the couch in my living room, enjoying the sun streaming in through the window. One of my excuses was to find a poem about the sun for Poetry Wednesday. As I paged through the poetry book, I came across this short poem, from the Bible. I have no idea the reference, the poetry book doesn't give it.
The Light is Sweet
Truly the light is sweet,
And a pleasant thing it is
For the eyes to behold the sun.
What more is there to say?