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




2 comments:

  1. Love it! you capture fleeting youth so gracefully!!

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  2. My daughter turned 18 on April 25 and somehow in the blink of an eye, became a young woman. Every year is great and every year gives you more and more memories, they get better and better. It is so joyful to watch my child become this amazing adult, I just love it!

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Your words inspire me to do and be more. So do your thoughts but I just can't read them yet! ;)