#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The boy pads into my room early. I am awake, organizing day on computer. He is thinking about Christmas, and the tree downstairs. He thinks it may have one present underneath it waiting to be opened. His mother isn’t quite up yet. I go down, but he is wrong. No present. Not yet. It’s a week before Christmas I try to reason with him. But he has instincts. And he’s sure that presents are hidden around somewhere. He goes in search of them. Fortunately, I have given my daughter a suggestion of an excellent hiding space. I know there is almost a zero chance he will discover the cache of unwrapped gifts she has for him. And I’m right. But he is in a Christmas mood. Good. I have a craft that involves candy kisses and gumdrops waiting to be worked on by him. And so we have a pleasant before school time of craft making. Then he gets a homemade crepe and I make him lunch and his mother drives him in. I have my walk. It’s milder. I have many phone conversations on this walk. Then a couple of clients, my Israeli group. I am overtired tonight, and I’ve been listening to news which has made me weary. So I am glad to be writing about the joy I had this morning with a little boy in a house where the people in it love him. And make him crepes. And holidays to come.