Now we're friends,now we're not

When you're a mother to an almost three year old boy, your interaction with him is filled with alot of "now we're friends,now we're not" moments.

Last night as the rest of the household engaged in removing a paperbag of peas from their pods,the shortest guy in the house was busy playing with the house keys.No one really seemed to take notice of his up and down movements and I'd say the television was to blame.We were busy watching the Wedding Show and making fun of how tense some couples look,how some themes are just horrible...things like those!Then came the 7pm news and the story of that body that refused to be buried stupefied us all.
After the peas and pod session the nanny needed to throw out the empty pods.The house keys had gone MIA! That meant no access to the outside. That also meant no work for me the next day.What now?I debated on whether I'd pull a Prison Break the next morning or just, you know, call my boss and tell her my son had lost the house keys thus rendering me prisoner.
"Jeff Irungu!Wapi funguo!?" I yelled. You know you're in trouble when your mother calls you by both names. I see fright on his face as he leads me to my brother's room. He walks on,I follow. He goes under the bed. My face brightens and I begin preparing the compliments I'll dish out to him. ''Good boy!Kumbe unakumbuka mahali uliziweka." I even start clapping  in my head.I wait.I can't hear the jingle of keys.I squat and peek under the bed. He flashes me a big grin! I've been tricked. The keys are obviously not under the bed.What is this?Hide and seek??I'm pretty irate at this point and I walk away.The search for the keys continues.Up and down,sofa cushions being turned upside down,mulika mwizis coming in handy as we illuminate underneath the seats.Everywhere.Nothing!For some reason I get more angry.Maybe it was because this short boy who hasn't even lived a thousand days on this earth was driving me and the rest of the household crazy. Maybe it was because all this while he was busy skipping around all smiley-happy like he's won the damn lottery.Maybe it's because I hadn't come up with a plan on how I'd pull that Prison Break I'd mentioned earlier.Maybe it was because he didn't seem to understand how much he was inconveniencing us all.Who wants to be on a treasure hunt on a Sunday night? I was seething with rage.I actually walked to my room, locked myself in and began to pray. Praying for keys.Absurd?No!Just running to that Guy I've learnt to run to with random vibe! "Dear Lord!I'm really upset right now.Please calm me down.You can see where those keys are hiding,seated lazily not doing their work.Please help us find them.Amen."
I stood up,still abit disoriented.Almost immediately I remembered we have a bunch of spare keys somewhere in the house.I retrieved them and the search is temporarily suspended.Maybe the new light of a new day would help us find the keys.
I head back to my room and guess who follows hot on my trail. "Usinifuate!Me staki story zako," I say to him.He retreats.I walk into my room. Shortly I see someone peeking through my half open door. "Mambo mum," he calls out. I snob him."Mambo mum," he strikes two. My anger fades away.
I begin to think about my relationship with the heavenly Father.Is this how He feels when I do wrong?When I walk around oblivious of the hurt I cause Him,is this how He feels?Like He doesn't want to see me.That He doesn't want to be my friend,albeit temporarily.I look at Jeff standing there and I see myself standing before God,asking to be His friend again.
Being a person that doesn't hold grudges,and having realized the beauty of forgiveness(and also being a typical mum),I respond to the toddler, "Poa sana daddy!Mambo!Ingia."
The Father always forgives us,for our 'big' and 'small' sins.He lovingly embraces us when we are truly sorry. He stamps accepted on us.What grace!
Thus the Sunday and weekend as a whole ended on a high note.

 I'm optimistic that the keys will be found!