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