Hands of Kindness - musical may 3

"oh, your hands of kindness,
Are here for me,
And I've heard they are silken,
And can carry me"

Today has not been kind. It's been hard work, and at times spiteful. It's been the type of day when you think, actually I really need a hug. I'm tired. That doesn't help. Miss Pink has been getting up a lot in the night, and it's part of her growing up and learning, but it's tough when she has been up at two and four, and then Master Pink is up at six.
And I've been mulling over something that was posted on the Messy mama's blog today:

"Listen earnestly to anything your children want to tell you, no matter what. If you don't listen eagerly to the little stuff when they are little, they won't tell you the big stuff when they are big, because to them all of it has always been big stuff."
~ Catherine M Wallace

I think this quote is beautiful and very truthful. With that in mind I've been really trying hard to properly "listen" today.
However there have been moments when I've felt like I'm the worst mother in the world today though. And one of those moments happened straight after school, and involved an incident with a puddle and two small boys. Master pink became very very upset, and it all got out of hand, and if I had been a "good" mum and read the situation right, it might have been ok, but it wasn't. And so there were tears, and lessons learnt (for both of us).
However we've made up. We've discussed why people should say sorry for doing things that upset others. We've hugged. I told Master Pink I love him no matter what. He shrugged his shoulders.
We made an egg timer out of his Olympic torch from yesterday; and then Miss Pink joined us to make a raindrops mobile using the pack from the Messy Mama. The mobile turned out beautifully. The children worked really well together. And then played together beautifully afterwards, playing dinosaurs, and then railway gates.
As I write this, the mini pinks are in the bath, Daddy supervising. There is splashing. The last thing Master Pink said to me before he went upstairs was "I love you Mummy".
Maybe it's about relying on those "hands of kindness" more.