Thursday, May 16, 2013

Me, I'm only seeing stars

Last night just before bed, my husband, our two little boys and Jake the cat all stepped out onto the deck to stargaze for a moment and say goodnight to the moon.  From this sentence you will learn that in my home, I am grossly outnumbered by males.  On occasion, this results in me feeling like a princess. But most of the time my life feels more like Cinderella.  Not to say that I don't frequent the ball, but on a daily basis it's the balance of out of home work, in home work and oh yes, homework.

The magic happens in tiny moments like when our two-year-old giggles, or when our six-year-old hugs his little brother and speaks from his heart.  But last night was different. After a stressful work day, baseball practice and one two-year-old tantrum after another, who would have thought there would be magic?

I spotted the most fantastic shooting star burning across our night sky.  And as fate would have it, I was the only one to see it. It was, without doubt, the most amazing shooting star I have ever seen!   A trail of glitter raced to follow it.  I could almost hear the burning, crackling sound. My husband exclaimed "make a wish"!  Our six-year-old said "I know what mommy will wish for" and I curiously asked "what?"

"You wished that me and brother would be more thankful."  My heart melted. I am constantly telling the boys they are such lucky children and need to be thankful for everyone and everything they have. In this way, I have turned into my mother. I actually catch myself telling the boys about starving children, the children without homes and the children who have no one to love them. 

Last night I learned again, as I have so many times before,  to practice what I preach. My wise little boy reminded me that Cinderella is a princess, even when she may not feel like one. 

And on that star I wished to myself, "please help me to be more thankful for everything I have."

Today, I am starting my very own blog.  After all, I am a writer.  I have always been a writer. It is a part of me.  And now it is part of the glitter, that is chasing my star, across the universe. 

No comments:

Post a Comment