Snowflakes

We are taught at a young age that it is OK to be different yet we strive to be alike.  Not in every way of course.  But who doesn't sit at friend's dinner party looking around and wishing your house was as cute. Or your view was as nice. Or your waist was as small.  Or your boobs were as big.  Or your whatever was as whatever. We teach our children to be happy with themselves, yet many times we are not happy with who we are as adults.  I think most times I'm pretty happy with who I am, but my mind tends to wander when I am feeling less than satisfied with the status quo.  

When I think of my children, I think of how different they are and how much I love them for their uniqueness. I see my beautiful children and love them so very much and so very differently.  Of course the love isn't different, it just blankets them in different ways.  I have one little girl who loves to be held and touched and have her back scratched endlessly.  She wants kisses and needs to touch me if she is near me.  I love that.  I have another little girl who races past me and leaves me in a cloud which sprinkles me with her kind of love.  She doesn't want me to hold her much.  She doesn't want her back scratched or to touch me without it being her idea. I know this child loves me with all her heart but shows it is a more distant way. Yet, I feel  the same attachment to both.  I love that a heart is able to tell what kind of love to give and how to receive what comes back.

I am learning how to live life in a snowflake kind of way.  A way that is beautiful like every other life.  It is unique and different than others.  But it is a beautiful life.  It is full of stress sometimes.  It is full of uncontrollable energy.  But in the end it is full of my snowflakes.  They sprinkle themselves around me and fill our house with their own special beauty.  Unique. Different. 

And yes.  When I come to your house for dinner, I will wish I had your vaulted ceiling.