I look over at the five year old that is dying to be able to be a kid in her home again.
I see her anger and frustration of having only one space to play in, and all of her belongings under protective plastic.
I see her feet stomping,
and her need to run around.
I see how a new school schedule means less down time and she's tired,
she's confused,
and her tantrums, her behavior, are all out of control.
And, I see me.
I see that she gets her temper from me.
I see that my words are heard, my meltdowns are being reenacted, by a five year old.
I see that tempers, they do run in the family.
I look over at the two year old that is stuck.
He is being woken up early to leave daycare and pick up his sister.
He is tired,
his toys are gone,
his sister is in school.
He wants constant attention.
And, I just don't have the time.
And every time I remind him, I feel a part of me wish I could savor this more.
I realize how much I am going to miss this, how much I am going to want them around,
how much I am going to want them to want to be near me.
And, I see me.
I see that he gets his temper from me.
I see that my words are heard, my meltdowns are being reenacted, by a two year old.
I see that tempers, they do run in the family.
I look over at my person who is exhausted.
He is working all day, all night.
He is working as a teacher, a coach, on our house.
Weekends are all about work.
He is so tired his patience is vanished.
His natural joy, it too has vanished.
And, I see me.
I see that I have rubbed off on him.
I see that he has lost his patience because I never had any.
I see that he gets his temper from me.
I see that my words are heard, my meltdowns are being reenacted, by a thirty-five year old.
I see that tempers, they do run in the family.
But, we love anyway.
We know that love can fix it all.
The broken.
The tired.
The anger.
The tantrums.
The cries.
The fights.
Love runs in the family too.
Love gets passed down too.
Love runs deep.
Love is better.
Love reminds us of why.
Love takes us back to the beginning.
Love reminds us of how to move forward.
Love, fixes it all.
And then, I see me again.
I see the me that is so elated with you.
I see the me that taught you to say olive juice.
I see the me that taught you hugs, and smooches, and touching toes.
I see the me that taught you that if you allow yourself to feel it, love can fill your whole body,
and make you feel warm right down to your toes.
I see the me that taught you that we are a team, and we tackle it all, hand in hand.
I see the me that reminds you what this is all about.
I see me, in you.
