Growing Edges
alexa lopezArchive for June, 2008
“Thanks. It’s My Mom’s”
My oldest daughter told me about a happening in class yesterday.
I had let her wear one of my new shirts to school, and while she stood in front of the class presenting a year-end project, one of her classmates complimented her on her shirt, to which she responded, “Thanks. It’s my mom’s.”
Then another of her classmates said, “That’s cool that you would mention that.”
“Well, I love my Mom,” she replied.
She didn’t need to tell me about it, but I can’t tell you how much it impacted me that she, a “way cool” teenager, admitted to her classmates that she loved her mom…and that she even told me about the dialogue at all.
I want to cry happy tears.
I love you too, Acia!
© Alexa Lopez 2008
Sing Me To Sleep
Last night I was up way later than I should have been. But I was on a roll, getting things done around the house that I had been unable to accomplish all week.
I reluctantly climbed into bed around 3:15 AM with the second-story window slightly open. Then……singing?
Singing birds.
It kept me up for awhile, not because it annoyed me but because I had to wonder what kind of birds sing like that two full hours before the sun rises.
Was it the way the nearly-full moon lit the cloudless sky that caused this song of the night? Did they perceive the well-lit sky as that of the pre-dawn?
I slipped into a sleep comtemplating this and the previous night’s “serenade”: coyotes.
Our second-story window had been slightly open and within minutes of closing my eyes, a pack of coyotes began howling, jolting my girly-cat, Istas, from her sound sleep. Once the maniacal howling stopped, she lay back down at my feet and settled once again into that serious sleep zone, only to be jolted awake by the howling coyotes a few minutes later. I closed the window. I was too tired to hear that all night, too disturbed by wondering why they were howling…
Had this happened other nights? Had I been deaf to these serenades before?
How limited-scope of me to suppose that God’s creation sings only during the daylight hours!
Coyotes, birds…and likely others I’ve failed to notice. Different languages, different songs, but one Creator.
Choruses of praises or cries for help, wafting through the air to any listening ears — or to no ears at all — using the voice given them to speak, sing, what they must.
They sang me to sleep. 
© Alexa lopez 2008
