We got back from the grocery store today and I started putting away the fridge stuff. Kiernan went to the door and looked out, watching the kids playing across the street. I started a mental countdown.
"Daddy? Can I go out and play with Haven and Gustavo?"
I thought about all the stuff that still needed to be done today, and how monitoring him outside would get in the way of those things. Then I remembered living in Churchland, VA. Way back when. Around third grade or so. Going out and playing in the neighborhood with my friends. One of them I remember, a boy a couple years older than I was with a name like Robert Burton or something like that. Not a bad kid, but not the greatest influence. And Mom knew that. But she also trusted me to go out and play in the neighborhood and not lose myself.
I also remember how much joy was contained in those days. Running around the neighborhood. Goofing around. Learning bad words. Getting hit in the head with a baseball bat...Good times.
"Sure."
Shoes and socks and out the door. Hours of play ensued.
January 9, 2011
4 comments:
Not so sure about this one. rases
rases???
it's hard to give up your to-do list, but hours racing on the sidewalks with friends are so precious.
good for you!
xo
J
PS- my word verification: recesse! (that's recess with a silent e)
Yeah, I think I typed the word verification twice.
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