It was a perfectly normal day for the most part. Joseph was a terrible Three and as we visited a train Museum in Ogden, at union station, he had a misfortunate event that lead to a bloody nose, poor fella, but really it was a natural consequence that I could not have orchestrated better to teach him.
I over heard another mother screaming at her small children for not obeying and running off. Strangely, it gave me comfort to know that the terrible behavior of my son was common enough that a random family was having similar issues, too.
Now, I should have tried to help in some way since I knew empathetically exactly how she felt, but I did not want to appear to even notice or undermine her authority. So, I just smiled to,myself and decided to appreciate the times that he was obedient a bit more as they happened, maybe helping him to be aware of how Happy his "being a good boy" makes me. Right now, his solution for any offensive is to say, "I love you." Give me a hug and say, "There, see? I make you happy. Do not be mad."
The real reason I am prompted to write about today though is to tell about the effect that one little girl had on me.
She was standing by herself and seemed to want to chat, so I started talking to her, she was just in Ogden, short term, and told me that she lived in Washington state. She told me that she thought Mary Anne was so pretty and really, I could,have thought, "oh, how nice."and left it at that, but I could tell that she wanted to feel like she was supposed to be there, so I started a conversation.
I believe that it is something taught to young girls because she asked my name, which seemed irrelevant, but I gave it nonetheless and she told me that she liked my hair. Ah hah! So that was it. Young girls are taught to compliment your hair.
Anyway, we had a nice conversation which ended with her being yelled at for wandering and probably talking to strangers.
I met up with Nick, and told him how much I really liked that little girl and he said that she was like a mini me. Maybe that was it, I sensed a kindred spirit. Either way. I was so glad that we happened to be there at that time so that I could meet her. It was a highlight to my day, and another reason I could be thankful to be where I was doing what I was.
It is not a common thing that we get a glimpse into it being significant to be where we are and it was sort of like a cosmic wink or something eeked out that might have gone unnoticed. I was so happy to be where I was and I KNEW it was right. Though, I did have questions forming.
A movie line comes to mind, behind the great question there is a yes, and a Yes and a YES. And, I am greatful that I was allowed to see that.
