If you can’t be a holy child…
Errands done and bags put away I set to dealing with the vegetables coming in from the garden.
A lovely almost therapeutic task after the weird not so good first half of my day that I suffered through.
“So what happened?” asks Ash as he allows imaginary people to climb the fresh broccoli.
“Aww nothin…. just crazy people being rude and mean… mean with no thought for others… just mean…. ya know? What do you do when people are mean to you?” pulling kale off it’s stem each time I say “mean.”
” Wellllll,” he said as his seven year old fingers gave a kick to the air on the broccoli summit, “Sometimes I want to hurt them back.”
I nodded to his honesty….”Well we can’t do that… we are supposed to be holy children,” Said the responsible mother…but inside with each piece of kale I was saying; mean, mean, mean, rude, rude.
“hmmmm….. well then I am a holy hand granade.”
Well at least we can laugh!