This week we have finally had rain. We have all hungered for this water. We feel full again. We are happy to know that the trees can drink their fill. We are happy to note that maybe the grass will grow again. We are happy to see little rivers of water running from the gutters- reminding me that we should get rain barrels. But for now: The boys are carrying and collecting water..building dams..and I am content to listen to their voices & hums mingling with rain sounds out the open window.
Our culture likes to measure things, but it is the subtle things that tell us the most. As Rachel Carson wrote about in Silent Spring sometimes it is the silences (or the sounds) that tell us the most. Such as passing a classroom with a roomful of engaged and excited students. My children humming tells me that they are growing and doing just fine. At age six they know exactly how to dress and prepare for the rain and mud. Pulling on old clothes, rain jackets and boots. Ready to stomp and play with bright eyes. Puttering. They are off!
How have we gotten here:
TIme.
The open spaces of summertime have allowed the boys to be able to play.
A safe backyard- despite the hourly sounds of sirens.
Sticks and mud piles.
No tv til age 6 and now only minimal.
Books, museums, and blessings.
Parks
Community
Family
Thank you.
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