Poorly girl again.
I need to keep this brief as it’s bedtime really.
This morning we went to the children’s Good Friday service at our church. – it was excellent – we went on a journey round different parts of the church with a different part of the story and an activity at each location – activities ranging from making hot cross buns (which were baked and ready by the end of the service) to making crosses from a variety of different materials, putting greenery in oasis , etc etc. The most dramatic moment was when we all gathered in the chancel for the laying in the tomb (a white cloth was laid under the bare altar table). Everyone was standing, informally arranged, in everyday clothes. Last year’s Easter Candle that we had taken with us on our journey round the church, representing Jesus, was extinguished, and smoke curled upwards. The visual effect was amazing – I so wish I could paint in oils. (I wish I could paint… ) The combination of the composition, which was reminiscent of an Old Master, with the modern-day clothing, and the expressions on peoples faces as they took in the story – familiar, but always with something new … – I hope I can at least keep it in my memory.
Then this afternoon Little Girl got all “peely-wally” (no idea how to spell that – it’s a Scottish term meaning pale and unwell – at least, that’s what I take it to mean). She didn’t have much lunch, she did sleep for an hour (very unusual) and then later vomited on the sofa. She was sooooooo good. John bathed her straight away, and we only offered her dry bread, ricecake and water for dinner – she wasn’t impressed “No Daddy, Me no yike it toast” – and she sat on her chair at the table (we’d offered her the option of watching Balamory, but she wanted to sit “up table” ) and gave us the silent treatment with her little white face resting on the table as she examined her fingers on her lap.
John took her up and got her ready for bed straight after dinner, to which she consented on the grounds that I would sit with her. I never sit with her usually – she settles herself to sleep much better on her own – unlike Adam with whom it took several months to gradually ease ourselves out of his room (yup, that’s right – every night took several months – it certainly felt that way sometimes – no, each bedtime we started closer and closer to the door, until the one on duty simply sat reading on the landing breathing heavily so he knew we were there… ) But tonight she wanted Mummy – and I loved every minute of it. I sat on the floor next to her for a while, trying not to catch her eyes as they gradually closed, then I moved onto the armchair and read while she gently drifted right off. She did wake up and try to chat at one point, but I told her that if she was going to chat I’d have to leave, so she scrunched her eyes closed again and tried to go to sleep. Eventually she was right off, so I tip-toed out, in time to do Adam’s final story, bedtime prayers (need to rethink that one, what we’re doing at the moment isn’t entirely working) and bedtime song.
Knitting news:
I’ve done some – the heel is turned on the second Sockapaloooza sock, and I’ve started on the foot (why does the foot always take an eternity compared to the leg?)
This time it’s my husband quietly breathing down my neck waiting for the computer, and as I said, it is bedtime – I’m off!
two comments:
I hope Ruth’s better today.Your Good Friday sounds very poignant – I’m looking forward to the vigil tonight – followed by bring and share!
Happy Easter!
Ruth xxxx
Ruth () (link) - 15 April '06 - 13:19
Hope Ruth feels better soon. Your Good Friday service sounds a lot better than mine – which was dire (especially the out-of-tune organ moments when I kept getting the giggles!)Daisy () (link) - 15 April '06 - 16:26
