After a week apart with Craig in Colorado, Grace in Indiana, and Julia and me in Michigan, our reunion was a bit rocky. Part Craig's fault for neglecting to call me while at Man-camp, part my fault for telling him not to call me, we had a teeny fight upon seeing each other anew. Okay, so it wasn't teeny. It was ugly and public with both of us yelling at each other in his parent's driveway. We no longer fight pretty. We also fight in front of our kids, not regularly, but it does happen. In any case, the fight concluded with me hiding out in the upstairs bedroom, and Grace telling Craig that he should talk nicely to me. Faulted parents we are.
After sniveling on the bed and generally feeling sorry for myself, Grace knocked on the door.
"Mommy, are you alright?"
"Yes, honey, I'm fine. Daddy's a little upset with me right now, but we'll work it out."
"Daddy loves you very much."
"I know he does. I love him too."
"I love you too, Mommy. [Cups my cheeks in her hands] You are the Queen of Our Lives."
"I am?"
"Yes, and I am the princess, and Julia is the baby unicorn."
And with that I was healed. The Queen of Our Lives wiped her eyes and pulled herself together.
The End
2 comments:
How absolutely sweet! Sometimes you just need a child's eye view of the world to flip things upside down, don't you?
Children are wonderful healers with so few words.
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