Do You Like Me?

The other day, M asked, "Do you like me?" I was taken aback by his question and had to rethink the past few moments to see if I could figure out why he would ask me that. I found it interesting that he did not ask me if I love him: he knows that. But in rethinking why he may have asked me if I like him, I decided that the tone of voice in which I was speaking to him had not been the kindest. I really thought about that a lot: do our families know that we like them? Sometimes to some people, love is more of an obligation, but when we truly like somebody, we also treat them kind and speak to them in loving ways. Have we felt compassion or obligation today?

This evening, M and I went on a grasshopper hunt: I do not usually join the boys on their hunts, but D was inside doing all of the extra schoolwork that he accumualted from yesterday. It was fun trying to catch up with the little hoppers: they are really quick, and it is actually quite a challenge.

Funnest part of the day: drawing on the concrete patio with chalk and making crazy designs, feeling any stress I had been harboring leave my body as I felt the chalk adhere to the concrete: the thick chalk was more smooth and almost felt like thick paint on construction paper. The thin chalk was deeper in color, with the exception of pink. It feels so good to create eventhough my creations are very elementary.

Lovingly, with compassion, Katie