on the orange chair

Sometimes there are little people about.
even after bedtime.
even when you're ready to get on the computer.

Sometimes you just tell them to sit on the orange chair behind you until they are ready to go to bed.
You say "no talking please."

Sometimes the other Mama says"----"
actually, she starts to say something and you say, "we have an agreement."
"Oh," she says and goes to bed herself.

Then you start typing and you hear a tiny voice in a tiny polka dot nighty say "can you open this peas?" as she holds out a tiny pink silk purse.
Sometimes you say.."ok, but no talking". give a sweet smile and realize how happy you are and she is that tonight you both broke the rules. That while big brother is asleep in the top bunk she gets to sit on the orange velvet chair with her pink purse and the sandy beach blanket in total silence, contentment and peace.
Sometimes you have the awareness to go with the moment and see it's simple beauty and feel the pure joy of being a Mom and making a "good" choice.
Sometimes as you finish writing you hear a big yawn and know she is close so you just keep on typing imaging the feeling of being a little girl falling asleep to your Mom's random typing sounds when the rest of the house is silent.
Sometimes there is perfection.
when there are little people about.
even after their bedtime.
goodnight my love.