cognizance

I have yet to sit and rock in my chair. But she's here and I made her a pretty back cushion. Next I'd like to make a catch all bag for the arm rest.

Friday Aaron went with his dad for the weekend. Before he left we all 3 went shopping at Walmart. Aaron got Easter money from his grandma and I made the executive decision that he would buy his mama a pair of shoes. Aaron's mama loves shoes very much. It's a sickness I believe. I am of the mind that it's so much easier to dress your feet than it is to dress your body.
These shoes will get lots of wear this summer. I'm done the shoe buying for a while.

After the shoe shopping excursion Aaron's dad had a stop to make somewhere else. I stayed in the car with Aaron. I'm not going to say what happened while I waited in the car because it doesn't matter. (Has nothing to do with Aaron or his dad.) I decided that if I blogged it then I'd be reliving it. And by reliving it I'm seeking pity or what have you from comments. After a few days of pondering the event it has dawned on me that whatever happened was my perception of it. My reaction far surpassed the event. It wasn't that great a deal. I went deep down inside pulled out that hurt little girl and allowed her to feel what wasn't neccessary to feel. I've talked about it to others and each time I told the story I felt like the victim. I'm not a victim.

Instead I'd rather talk about the fun I had with some little people this weekend. We had a picnic in my hallway at midnight with pizza and fries and juice. Saturday morning I took the boys home and was overwhelmed to take a picture. I love this photo because I think the back of those we love is almost as important as the front. It shows their stance, their gait. Little things that are lost when all we tend to focus on is the front of a person. These little people are such a big part of my life. In the search for figuring out my purpose it's possible I think I am here for the little children. Being their voice, helping them to make sense of life for themselves.

Saturday evening with the assistance of my niece we dyed my hair. My first reaction was OMG it's black!! I honestly like it. By the reaction of a few people I know they weren't thrilled with it. But! They are entitled to their opinions. I honestly like it! It's not what I was going for but it is dark and that's what I wanted.

Life is all a matter of perspective. I can live the same situation twice and depending on how I feel my perception of the event could be different. I've recognized where I failed the little people in my life this weekend and I realize where I failed myself. I'm growing. I'm learning and I'm trying.

What do you see in this picture?

I found this piece of plastic while cleaning Aaron's room last week.

I asked him what did mama find?

His reply: A smile.

His perspective helped me to see things differently and not always at face value.

I see the smile. Do you?