Friday, May 6, 2011

Patio Memories Rusted with Love

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.




max



rohan

brother love
patio love


boots