Lego Airplane. Mended Day.

It was one of those days. You know the ones where your boys won't sleep? They play for two hours in their room and refuse to take a nap. Finally Tate falls asleep, but Easton says he can't sleep. So he comes out to play but instead wants a movie and a snack. I tell him none of the above until he's had some shut-eye. He continues playing for about 10 minutes. He asks again. Again, no. So Easton decides to try again with the sleeping business. We walk into his room to tuck him in and Tate wakes up and starts screaming. I hurriedly close the door, praying that Tate goes back to sleep. Twenty seconds later I hear Easton talking to Tate. I think he's playing so I burst in and scold Easton. Easton runs sobbing to his bed saying, "I don't want Tate to be sad." I realize I got mad at him when he was just trying to help and Tate is still screaming in the background. Now both boys are crying. I retreat to my bedroom for approximately 14 seconds to offer a plea of help from Father. I return to the scene and ask Easton why he is still crying. He says he doesn't want Mommy to be mad. I get Tate out of the crib and we all sit down together on the carpet, sobbing. I tell each son how sorry I am. Miraculously, that does the trick. They are calmed. But I am not. I look upwards, wondering where relief is as tears continue to course down my cheeks. Easton goes to play with his legos and Tate goes off in some other direction. And still I cry. Suddenly, Easton walks toward me with a handmade Lego airplane he has just made. "This will make you feel better, Mommy." My heart melts. I wrap him in my arms and thank the Lord for my precious boys, even if they don't take their naps. I love you Easton P. and T. Wessr.