Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Within moments a curly, blonde haired bundle of joy came rushing in the room. “Mommy, mommy, I found a new frog, can I keep it?” the little girl asked. “No, sweet pea, that’s gods creature it must remain where he left it, besides you need to eat and get ready for bed,” the heavy sound of worry lingered in her voice, “tomorrow is your first day of school.”
The evening passed as they carried out the their nightly routine; television, bath, story and then bed. All through the evening the little girl could tell her mom was worried, she could see it in the wrinkles on her face. As the little girl was put to bed, she reached up placed her arms around her mother’s neck and said, “Mommy it will be alright.” “I hope so sweet pea, now go to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”
The mother left the room, and returned her thoughts to the worry of what was to come. The little girl lay there in the dark remembering the picture of her mother’s worried face. “There must be a way to cheer mommy up,” she thought.
The sleep fairies were on the march and the little girl had to hurry. They were marching toward her eyelids when it hit her. “I know, tomorrow I will get mommy a present, presents always make her smile,” and with that the sleep fairies took control.
”Sweet pea, get up, time to go to school,” the mother heard herself saying. Not even the late night storms had washed away the worry from her heart. She so loved storms and thought, “Wonder if my sweet pea heard them?”
Just then the little girl came bouncing down the stairs. Headed straight to the table and plopped down. The little girl did not hear her mother asking the question; she was deep in thought envisioning presents to cheer her up.
“Sweet pea, sweet pea, did you hear the storms?” she heard her mother ask with the worry still there in her voice. Glancing up and before she could respond, something out the window caught the little girls eye. “What’s that?” she asked pointing to the window and without warning flew out the back door.
Barely noticing as her sweet pea had left, it was the banging of the door that brought her back. “What on earth?” she thought. Dropping the toast and following the child to the back door, she turned on a light. The storms had brought in fog and the sun was just raising its head.
”Sweet pea, what on earth are you doing?” she cried. There in the middle of the fog stood the child; arms wide open, spinning with joy. The little girl shouted with glee, “Mommy look what god sent me.” “What do you mean god sent you?” the mother asked. “He knew I was looking for you a present and he sent me clouds. I’m going to catch you one to cheer you up.”
We all need someone to catch us clouds. I hope your day is full of someone catching clouds for you.
I just had to write something and the little girl catching clouds actually happened to a friend of mine. Hope you don’t mind.
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