the sun was rising.
breakfast was being eaten.
we discussed how God sees us as special.
as beautiful, of value.
as princes and princesses.
we are His children and He is a King.
and how we are to treat others as God wants us to treat them
with love, respect, honor.
the action the little study wanted us to do was to draw a crown on the mirror
- where it would look like it was on your head-
with washable markers of course.
first they had to get dressed.
the girl chose to wear a white with purple polka-dot dress.
as i was in the living-room she came walking toward me.
she had put a crown on her head.
her eyes were staring at me expectantly, hopeful.
i looked into her eyes and smiled.
"you are a princess."
she smiled so brightly and headed to her brother's room.
"nice."
he said.
but that was still enough for her.
she walked into her room and faced her mirror.
i walked in and sat on her bed as she stared at herself.
wonder filled her face.
"mommy, i am a princess."
she continued to stare.
that's when i remembered the study.
we ran and chose markers, and went back to the mirror.
she drew her crown, full of jewels.
her brother drew, not a prince crown, but a knight's helmet.
then they moved to the bathroom mirrors to continue.
so excited to do it.
*i'm sure being allowed to draw on mirrors were the biggest excitement about it though*
then it was time to get ready to go.
he couldn't find his shoes.
they had been left outside all night by the trampoline.
he had to wear different shoes.
his frustration grew.
and the battle began.
finally he put on his other shoes.
he claimed that he was going to ride his sister's coaster bike until the bus came.
i reminded him it was her bike and he needed to ask her.
he had a scooter and his own bike.
she, of course, said no.
the tears and anger came out.
screaming, he ran to the couch.
i went to get him and told him he needed to come out.
when i tried lifting him i received deadweight.
i wasn't carrying him, so i let go.
he dropped the slight height onto his bum.
i grabbed his backpack and walked out the door.
meeting his sister, on her bike.
i hung up their backpacks and proceeded to go get his black shoes.
he came out in quiet tears.
when he found out i wasn't making his sister get off the bike he was so mad.
he wasn't getting on the bus!
he wouldn't take his backpack.
i told him that a child who behaves like this; when he doesn't get his way, doesn't get to do the things he wants to do.
i said if i heard from his teacher that he had sulked all day and been angry about everything than he wouldn't be going to swimming lessons that afternoon.
*this is actually a negative for him as he loves swimming lessons and he is only in them right now because he asked to take them*
the bus pulled up and i walked his sister to the doors.
and had to go back for him.
tossing his backpack on the top step i started him walking up the steps.
no hug.
no 'i love you.'
i forgot.
as the bus pulled away i saw his sister wave bye to me.
she gave him the window seat this morning.
i saw his eyes peak out and i blew him a kiss.
and away they went.
my knight and my princess.
amazing how fast things can change in just a moment.
i wasn't ready for that.
i tried to stay calm.
speak calm.
i need to go for a run.
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