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An L.L. Barkat blog post, January 17, 2011
“Everything is terrible!” she wails, and leans into my arms.
Everything is not terrible.
There are worse days, worse places, worse lives. But to her, in this moment, everything is terrible. She is a sensitive child. And maybe the past few days of mini crisis, the weeks of us-too-busy-for-her, have piled up.
I understand. I myself am in a time of “figuring.” Looking for some way to feel a sense of space. It always comes ’round to this. I empty my life, I fill it back up. I feel burdened. I must re-figure.
Walk away, I think.
So on Friday I go skating.
On Saturday I don’t write, but instead keep a promise to make a blog for my Eldest.
On Sunday we go walking. I laugh at my Youngest’s way with the world. She is making snow hats for every fire hydrant we pass.
On Sunday evening we take time for my Youngest, the fire-hydrant-snow-hat girl who thinks everything is terrible. Time to figure how to make a Japanese tent (is there such a thing?) that she actually fills with Chinese items. We find some Japanese music and download it; we change my plans for French-toast dinner and order-in Japanese.
Lights down low, she is finally smiling. I am still figuring. But for the moment everything is suspended.
Featured photo by Zhao!, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post and post photos by L.L. Barkat.