Late last night I wrote a draft blog about what I see as the resurgence of hate in our country. 7 year old murdered. Anchorwoman murdered. Neo-nazi's planning assassinations. Then I tried to sleep last night. And I couldn't. I not only had a bad day at work but I had a bad feeling about our nation. And then it occurred to me...turn the focus from hate to love.
So, today I decided to trash my post and write about the lovely things that happened yesterday. Like how my daughter has her first set of rosary beads from school and at night she wants to do her prayers and always starts with,
"I Pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America."
I tried to explain it's not a prayer, but since that is how they start their prayers each morning at school, I was told I am wrong. Quietly, I listened to her run through her prayers and I smiled. She only sees the good in this world.
And how my son was getting a candy out of his candy jar of Halloween candy from our fall festival this weekend and quietly he exclaims, "Mamacita" as he was digging to the bottom for his favorite taffy. I asked him what he said and he had a big grin on his face and explained,
"At my new school, Miss Karen says 'Mamacita' when we don't take our naps."
It was his soft, innocent voice exclaiming Mamacita that had all of us laughing around the dinner table.
And then when we carved our pumpkin for Halloween, my son put his hands inside the pumpkin and quickly pulled out his hands.
Him: "Mommy. I think I need gloves. Can I have gloves?"
Me: "Absolutely not. Get your hands inside and pull out that pumpkin spaghetti."
Within minutes his arms and elbows were covered in pumpkin.
Life will get me down. My kids will always bring me back up.