Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Grow where you are planted
Every afternoon we head back to the elementary school around 3. We park a little ways up the hill and walk over to get B. He waits with me or runs off to the playground. Good exercise, fresh air, a nice break in the afternoon.
Today he was fascinated by the grass, sprouting up tall and blooming. He picked me a bouquet. I was so happy to tell him what I knew about seeds and wind. It hit me right then how happy I am for this time. He's just four and so open to the world and learning. I'm so happy for the extra time I've got with him...and his sister...time that wasn't there before. That somehow maybe it will be what lingers in their memories. Picking grass on the walk up to see sis. Walking out from second grade and there's mom. Maybe she's looking a little worse for the wear, maybe she gets grumpy sometimes. But she's mom and she's there. Every day.
And so it is that I try to see past recent frustrations, trials, and even the kids' sadness over friends they are missing.
I tell them that home is wherever we are together, as a family. That Omaha would not be home without daddy. So here we are, making a home together.
And I do my best to let my kids bloom here, not unlike the grass in my kitchen window.