Unrelated to the pictures above and below, this is the scene in the kids’ bedroom after a phone conversation that went totally wrong.
Edrick:
“I can get a Kleenex for you, Mom.”
Me:
“Oh okay. Thank you sweetie.”
It was then that Kitreena entered the scene. She sat beside me looking at me like a little mother that she is. With profound concern and intense gentleness, caressing my back. Just the way I picture it with her in another 10 or so years when she would first have her heart broken into little pieces. She was trying desperately to comprehend the situation.
Kitreena:
“Why are you crying, Mom?”
Edrick:
“She’s crying because I gave her the Kleenex, Kakaaa.”
Me, already chortling quietly:
“Not because, lah Monch. That’s why.”
I am not mothering angels here. I am mothered by two of them who are taking English grammar lessons in return. And today we learned about cause and effect.
Just because I had tears in my eyes.
Just because.
Questa è Enida 