Behold the sweet heart of my Lydia:
She did the dishes for me without being asked. We had a lot of lovely bonding time today, and I am so, so grateful for that. Sometimes her sweet, pure heart is masked by the neurological constraints of childhood. I’m talking under-developed executive function, a hazy grasp of social norms, inappropriate vocal decibels, etc.. But these difficulties are exquisitely minimalized whenever I get a peek into Lydia’s soul. There is so much goodness, intelligence, affection, industriousness and compassion there. The clean dishes didn’t tell me all of that, but they reminded me that I am lucky to be this girl’s mama.
We also had a long mommy-daughter bonding session after the other two kids had gone to bed. Lydia had a nightmare that there were bugs in her ear. We solved that by cleaning her ears. It’s my favorite thing to do, and we got to talk and tell each other how much we loved each other.
Today was the best day in a string of pretty great days. I feel lucky. Blessed. Happy. These feelings make me suspect trials must be around the corner because life really isn’t supposed to be this good.