Your leprechaun story brought tears to my eyes, in part b/c it brought up a memory: One year, when my kids were little, I forgot. Tired, overwhelmed, who knows why, I forgot. My oldest son, then maybe 10-12 yrs old, didn't. At some point in the night or early morning, he must've snuck downstairs, saw nothing was changed, and took action. Lemme tell you: the leprechauns created chaos that night! I was stunned when I woke up (I knew I hadn't been the leprechaun) & so moved when I found out what happened. :) (Also, re emotions & the 5 senses -- I'm planning to go to a coffee house to work later today b/c I know I need a change of scenery. I never really thought about it before, but suspect the sensory experience is all a part of it -- the smell of coffee, the soft hum of other conversations, the sight of others gathering, interacting working -- it all settles my emotions in a way that sitting here at my desk, amidst my physical and mental mess, does not)
He does :) I should ask him about it again. (BTW, I never made it to the coffee shop today. It started downpouring & is 35 degrees. I opted to light a candle & turn on some soothing music instead)
Your leprechaun story brought tears to my eyes, in part b/c it brought up a memory: One year, when my kids were little, I forgot. Tired, overwhelmed, who knows why, I forgot. My oldest son, then maybe 10-12 yrs old, didn't. At some point in the night or early morning, he must've snuck downstairs, saw nothing was changed, and took action. Lemme tell you: the leprechauns created chaos that night! I was stunned when I woke up (I knew I hadn't been the leprechaun) & so moved when I found out what happened. :) (Also, re emotions & the 5 senses -- I'm planning to go to a coffee house to work later today b/c I know I need a change of scenery. I never really thought about it before, but suspect the sensory experience is all a part of it -- the smell of coffee, the soft hum of other conversations, the sight of others gathering, interacting working -- it all settles my emotions in a way that sitting here at my desk, amidst my physical and mental mess, does not)
OH! That's such a fantastic story (she writes from her table at a local coffee shop). Does he remember that night?
He does :) I should ask him about it again. (BTW, I never made it to the coffee shop today. It started downpouring & is 35 degrees. I opted to light a candle & turn on some soothing music instead)