Part 1: Peace
When I cook, my 4 year old and 2 year old boys like to “sit on the counter and help me cook.” This is their plea when I enter the kitchen. It’s what quality time looks like when they have a mama who cooks from scratch.
They usually get into my wooden spoons which are in a container near the stove. Those utensils quickly become drumsticks. One morning, they played them loudly while singing their tiny hearts out to a made up song that was magic and rhythm and youth and life and living and joy.
I let them beat those drum sticks on the counter and sing their little hearts out. Sometimes, this is what peace looks like. It looks like chaos. And this is how we find it… we find it within ourselves.
Part 2: Perspective
The next morning, the cycle repeats itself. Two boys, two spoons, one disjointed melody. The drumming suddenly stops when a piece of a spoon breaks off and hits the tile floor.
“Oh no! That was my favorite spoon!” I said.
Simon, with his big eyes, looked back at me… holding the other piece. Of course, I wasn’t mad, but it really was my favorite spoon and I really was just a bit bummed by its brokenness.
Then John, says: “Mom! This one can be your new favorite spoon,” handing me another one.
