Messages in my House.

She leaves them everywhere.

 She keeps notes and draws pictures...

 and sometimes I can't decipher what she's thinking.

 

Other times, I can read the emotion in her heart:

what she is thinking and feeling.

Sometimes they make me laugh and her perspective might be a little one-sided.

 But I like to know what she's thinking,

so I can know where I may have failed her

and can try harder to see things with respect to her,

as a little person.

And then there is the moment when I see something from last year,

along with an added portion from this year,

and I can see where her education may need some improvement,

 but also the happy realization that in many ways, she has improved,

and is listening,...

and learning;

what is working for her

and 

what is not.

And then I am brought back to my pending reality

by 

her 

immediate

reality:

 

 (This picture was taken a few days back, of course:

it gets updated first thing when her feet touch the bedroom floor).

Which reminds me,

 I better go get those Christmas cards done.

But I'm thankful and delight in

the bits of paper

that let me see

some pieces of her heart.

Linking up to:

Women Living Well
A Bowl Full of Lemons  
Raising Homemakers