Listen with your eyes and your ears
My daughter cried out to me
since last week,
since last week,
"Mom, I run out of pictures
for scrapbooking!!
and I want to scrapbook again
with you!!"
That's what she said.
While I am juggling this week
between classes, making a
restaurant' decoration, making kits
for next class,
restaurant' decoration, making kits
for next class,
arrange the scrappers gathering,
prepare my own store to move in to
a new place next week,
it's pretty obvious
that not much time left
that not much time left
to think about what she said.
Just when I sat quietly last night,
after she went to bed with sad face
(again)
when I said I am too tired
to do what she wished for,
I listen with my eyes and my ears.
Often the key to communication
is what's not said.
She doesn't need pictures
for scrapbook,
(even if it is, literally)
she wants to be with me.
She doesn't need
to do scrapbook with me,
(she can do it by herself
since she was five)
she wants an exclusive time with me,
just like the first time
I taught her to do scrapbooking,
we do it every Friday night
and call it scrapbook night.
And she knew,
the fastest way to grab my attention
is to ask me to do
what I love to do.
Clever girl.
So,
I listen with my eyes and my ears.
I listen with my eyes and my ears.
And I answer to what she wants,
not only what she needs.
And I dedicate today
to be with her.
to be with her.
All day.
We pull out all the boxes of photos
from my shelves to the library upstairs.
A lot, eh?
Don't be that surprised.
*chuckle
And I decide I will use this
rare chance to do the sorting
and some cleaning up for my stock
of pictures too.
So I clear up all the boxes,
line them up like this,
and all the photos are out..out..out..
then we sort....sort....sort....
All day.
Including lunch and nap time
in between.
And before night time
she proudly made two layouts,
same layouts she saw
from my beginner classes.
And never in all these years,
I see her taking the layouts
to her bedroom, put them closely
at the side table,
looking at them profoundly.
(I took the pic after she was asleep)
This is her own words.
I call it a good day.
A good listening day.
First, that is your little one, yes? Then you are not squeezing her enough at night to keep her small!!! I made the same mistake! My baby, who is 22 has recently moved out and stopped by today to pack up more of her belongings and we sat in her room on her bed and cried together. Why is it when they were 1 and 2, every day seemed 72 hours long? And then it is finished, just as the childbirth pains end, without a wind-down, just finished.
ENJOY my friend, enjoy! **kisses** Deb
Posted by
Deborah |
June 12, 2010 at 5:27 PM
berharap suatu saat bisa nge-scrapbook bareng anak..*nunggubentarlagi*..
love the creation..
*pasti-nurun-dari-mamanya*:P
Posted by
Dian |
June 14, 2010 at 6:22 PM
this is a top notch post. heart this so much.
Posted by
Riana Ambarsari |
June 22, 2010 at 12:49 AM