a cycle

Note to self: never underestimate the power of a child. Especially a toddler. Especially 2 toddlers, rather . . . uber-active boys, no less. After a melt-down this evening from one of the 2 in my care, I realized I was spent. Done. And that’s the way it is with little ones. It’s a cycle of joys and, well, “done”s. There are melt-downs and there are moments of exhilaration. We had a fit tonight, due to the fact that he had flooded the bathroom and, in the process, gotten his blankie wet. This equated to a true crisis in his young world. But we also had a moment of jumping on the trampoline in the heat of the day, making “rain” with a hose. As I listened to peals of laughter at my rain song, I smiled to myself at my own joy: seeing the small rainbow created by the arc of the hose water as it sprayed over the two of us. Nothing so glorious as a real live rainbow, but symbolic to me of the small victories that come in a day in the life of a family.