I've just been reminded of seeing both sides. The frustrated child tantrumming over school work this morning (does tantrumming have one m or two?) and the bright, enthusiastic boy who loves his friends, sports and his cat. The girl-child who tossed her clean school shirts on an unwashed kitchen floor storming off shouting "No one thinks about ME!" and the resilient girl who, despite physical limitations, climbs mountains and swims in the swim squad.
Top side of carpet or bottom side? Patterns vs threads. Heads vs tails. Or, if I can be daring, colour 1 vs colour 2. Nation vs nation and kingdom vs kingdom.
It's time we learnt to stop and look more closely. And realise that the messy side is a part of the beautiful side. If we can accept both sides, perhaps the messy will seem less messy? Isn't that what three weeks of quiet was meant to give us? Time to reflect and reset.
I quite long for those three weeks which were not very quiet. Maybe I'll get to that kitchen floor today.
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