Short plastic chairs,
Old toys filled with sand and rain spattered dirt~
reminders of life
and play
and exploration,
of moving legs,
of negotiations and determination.
A patio:
Once a race track,
a drawing board,
an imaginary stage
for shorter legs
and shorter arms
and a wondering of what is possible:
alone
or together.
Rusted wheels,
dollar store toys for measuring, pouring, and moving
~sand or dirt~
Areas to engage and explore and become:
gardener
farmer
chef
racer
mom-pretender
dad-pretender
with:
keys
hats
cloaks
capes
and lots of boots
(the rubber, water proof variety)
moving around the yard,
the patio,
and through life~
splashing color and love
and creativity
and uncertainty
but with a willingness to find out.
I wondered when I would miss those days
so deep.
I long to rewind the tape,
pull the curtain closed and open it again to a day
5 years ago
when Rohan is 4
and Max is 1
and the world was
our
Opportunity.
And we had each other and I was their everything.
Okay~ Now I know~
I would never have had time to write this
or to Remember it.
It sure does grab your heart
(in that almost hurting way)
with thankfulness
and a knowing that:
These too are memory making
moments,
FULL
of Opportunity.
But I sure do miss those boots and the cute knees sticking out of the tops.
Happy Mother's Day to All you holders of Memories.
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| max |
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| rohan |
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| brother love |
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| patio love |
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| boots |
