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The Eyes of a Child

I have always heard that the world is an entirely different place when viewed through the eyes of a child.

In the past couple of days, I have wondered what Noah had been seeing.

On Sunday, Noah woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was a little more that waking up on the wrong side of the bed... He basically woke up, chopped the bed up into little tiny pieces, lit it on fire and then danced around it while swearing at me in some foreign language.

It was a bad day.

During that day, I kept asking myself what was Noah seeing? What was he thinking? All I know is that he was feeling a lot of anger and it was all directed at Misty and I.

Anyway, I don't know what Noah saw that day, but I can say one thing... One thing that I didn't want to see was him.

I hate to admit it and I feel guilty that it is the case, but after a couple of hours that day, I had gotten down to my last nerve and I didn't want to listen to, look at or even be near Noah. I had to get away from him. Like I said, it made me feel really guilty, but I just couldn't handle him at all. Misty really took up the slack and made sure that I got a little space during the day. You wouldn't believe how happy I was to see him go to bed that night.

I am really glad that Misty was around that day...

Really glad.

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