Alexander gets lost

Last night we lost Alexander while shopping.  We'd actually gone to look for a blanket for bicycle rides and he was really excited.  We'd also allowed him to walk beside us not attached to us.  Being 2 he abused this privilege and bolted.  I don't know why we took so long to register that we couldn't see him or why nobody paid us any attention when we started screaming his name.  Last night I'm sure I became the crazy gajin (foreigner) ranting.  Imagine the scene: I'm dressed like a ... I don't know-someone who didn't go to fashion school... and my eyes are already red and swollen from crying (another tale for another time.)  Bebe calmly perched on my hip, didn't even peep.  Emiel had the sense to remember that Alexander had wanted to go downstairs and went to look for him.  Alexander had taken himself down the escalators (I hated the stupid moving stairs before now I have even more yucky emotion towards them).  A woman on the basement floor found him and was standing with him when Emiel got there.  For a moment before they came back I felt my world crumbling... there were just so many what if situations... thank you God that I don't have to go there.  

Thank you God for protecting my beautiful boy.  By the way he turns 3 tomorrow!!!!!!

Happy birthday my darling boy, my Defender of All Mankind, Beloved.  Mommy is so blessed to be your mommy!

Much love to you all

Philippa

Bicycle People and why that is important

On Friday we became bicycle people and joined the masses of other bicycle people in Japan.  The bicycles were a gift from the mother of a child in my class.  She also goes to the church we go to.  She was so sweet about it and so used by God.  You see that morning as I'd walked to school I'd told my Daddy God that birthdays have away of making me sad.  I got a bit disappointed when I found out my birthday and Alexander's wasn't go to be going the way we'd planned. My last year behavior would have had me sulking and moaning and just generally a big old emotional wreck.  (I know why, and I'm working on it.) But on that Friday morning I told my Daddy God that I know He loves me and that He knows me and that I was going to sort my attitude out.  This was while I was rushing to school after waking up late.  I was also carrying Alexander who was cold and his leg was sore and he couldn't walk and I don't know what else that only happens when walking to or from school.

God gave me a bicycle so I wouldn't have to carry my gorgeous son and so I'd laugh and feel free and like a kid again.

Much love you all

Philippa

And really if I can pray for you for anything I will.

Oh and I you comment I haven't replied it is not for lack of trying.  I will sort this thing our once and for all.