four children + green dreams + recipes + story writing + running wild + (sanity) = where you'll find me
Friday, July 15, 2011
The definition of a perfect summer afternoon
Yesterday: five boys in the back yard, already semi-bored from summer holidaying, looking for fun, finding it spontaneously. Four ten-year-olds welcoming the three-year-old into the group. After the splashing and the snacking, they retreat to the basement. The three-year-old emerges, flushed and sweaty, requesting his shirt off, and races back down again, shouting, "I'm a bad guy now, too!" "Um, what are you doing down there?" "Playing a battling game." "Okaaaaay ..." (As long as no one gets hurt.) (No one gets hurt.) From basement battling to board game in the living-room: Mama eavesdropping on the goofy, happy conversation. Finally, Mama needs to leave to pick up the girls, one at a play date and the other at horse camp. "We can stay home alone." "Yah, I've stayed home alone a lot." "Me, too." "It's okay." "Right, well. No. Not gonna happen. You'll have to find another plan." So, five boys walk down the sidewalk and around the corner -- even the three-year-old, who refuses to be left behind -- to someone else's house, to keep on playing. (Mama retrieves the pleased-as-punch three-year-old once they've reached their destination; and drives off to horse camp thinking of boys at a not-quite-in-between-age in damp swim suits on a front porch, playing Apples to Apples; and one of those boys is hers).
I'm mother of four, writer, dreamer, planner, runner, photographer, taking time for a cup of coffee in front of this computer screen. My days are full, yet I keep asking: how can I fill them just a little bit more
-- with depth, with care, with pleasure.