It has been a nutty couple of days, we traveled to Boston for a funeral of a great lady. It meant a couple of long days, lots of car time, late nights, no school, and one very tired dysregulated Fin. He held up to the stress of it better than we could have hoped.
I come from Irish descent, and almost every face I turn to see at any large family gathering peers back at me with clear sky blue eyes. This same clear blue that both my children have. My eyes lean more on the green side. I am constantly correcting people when they say my eyes are blue, including my husband. I used to be far more adamant in my stance on the color of them, and now a days it is more of an offhanded utterance when someone refers to them as “blue”.
More than an hour past bedtime last night, I was in my mother’s bathroom brushing Fin’s teeth. He was squirming, wiggling, twirling, and altogether avoiding the chore. I finally in a stern voice tell him to “Hold STILL”! He stands suddenly stock still in-front of me with his gaze floating back and forth between my face, and the ceiling with his jaws extended wide as I brush his teeth.
He is body quiet, and observant as I finish his brushing. He closes his mouth, and says,
“Mama, your eyes are green. Mine are blue”.
Yes, Fin. They are.
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1 Kristina // Mar 20, 2008 at 11:18 pm
He sees things clearly—my husband is Irish on both sides and blue-eyed (not green).
Hope things have been well—-kristina
2 Sarah // Apr 29, 2008 at 6:35 pm
I have goosebumps. Those moments (especially between a mama and a son) of observation, realization, whatever, HAVE to be some of the best of my life. I remember Sam and I snuggling in his bed recently talking about all the words we DON’T like to say (stupid, hate, and so forth) and after all of the “we don’t like”s, I said, “but I like YOU, Sam.” “I like you to mom. Know what? We like the same things. And we DON’T like the same things too.” =) Sweet conversation.
(And you were right on…she was a great lady. How I miss her.)
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