"Come see us, Mommy! Come see what we are doing!"
Two little voices piped up from somewhere. I just couldn't tell where. I looked around the kitchen. I wandered down the hall and through my bedroom. I backtracked and crossed through the dining room and into my office. I still didn't see anything.
The voices called out again. "Hurry, Mommy! Come see!"
It really wasn't a good time to be wandering around the house in search of voices. I was a little irritated. It had been a busy weekend, running around trying to get things done but still feeling like nothing was getting done.
"Mommy!!!" Ah! Finally. I saw the legs dangling through the iron spindles. Two pairs of feet swinging in the wide open space between the upstairs landing and the entryway chandelier. I had completely missed them.
"There you are!" I said. The girls laughed. I laughed too and snapped right out of my grouchy mood. My daughters had been there all along. And I'd been searching downstairs, walking in circles, looking in all the wrong places. The joke was on me.
That's the way it is with children, isn't it? They remind us to look up.