Today, on a whim, my two youngest boys and I boarded the car and made the fifteen minute trek to their favorite playground. It is a magnificent place, a sprawling wooden structure with pointed towers, and tunnels that will only accommodate very small people. After a long week of being told not to run or scream in the house, they were now free to do both, and get dirty too, outside in the glorious weekend air. What a deal. My four year old and I took a rocket ride; my ten year old, less apt to fantasize, threw me a ball. I sat down to rest, and absorbed the jubilance around me. I took notice of one child in particular. He appeared to be about six years old, with a round face and stocky build. What was particularly noticeable was that his hair was sparce and patchy, as if he’d recently had radiation treatments. But on this day, he ran fast, jumped high, and smiled widely as any kid would. On this day, at this time, he was not sick, his parents were not heartbroken and fearful, and life was simple. For a moment I felt light. The laughter of children is a hopeful sound if ever one existed. They are born into a hard world, but with such pure promise, like lilies springing to life through cracks in the asphalt. The world has not yet had a chance to corrupt them. I wondered what the future holds for each one. For now, everything is still simple… there are no schedules, no overdue bills, no big decisions or deals to make. All that comes later. I thought, “If only there was a way to preserve this carefree innocence.” Sadly, there is not. I was in their place once, and I know innocence is fleeting, and big concerns increase with the passage of time. One day, they will assume my place, and hopefully will have been sufficiently guided and nurtured as to somehow affect the world for good. Maybe they will discover how to be content in spite of everything. Some won’t make it, and others will exceed all possibility. Most will fall somewhere between the two. Time will tell. But for now, the moments are golden, and the laughter is priceless.
Posts: 15677 From: N. Wilkesboro, NC, USA Registered: Nov 1999
You have a gift of observation, and a talent for communication. Thanks for taking us there with you.
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Posts: 1858 From: Lowell, MI. USA Registered: Mar 2001
When I was that age all I wanted to be was Tarzan. Every Saturday morning the house was filled my yells and the thump-thump of my rump coming down the stairs. I still want to be Tarzan, damn this spare tire and sore knee.
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Posts: 1594 From: Newport News VA USA Registered: Jan 2002
Originally posted by maryjane: Fogelthorpe: Next nice day, drop the kids with grandpa, you & the wife go to the park, & play. Before Jane became so ill, we used to go do 'kid' things all the time. It's time well spent.
Also keeps you from turning into an "Ax Murderer"!!!