Taking Pause

seeds 112#1In Autumn, the forest does not die

But folds her arms tightly

Embracing a fine satisfaction.

Reflections are brightest then.

When color flashes and fades

In one instant of hurrah.
No regrets.

Life becomes life,

Passing knowledge in subtle shades of gold.

One great pause

To emphasize what matters most.

Timing is everything.
No regrets.

Shining days of resurrection.

A whispered promise

On a chilling wind.

Awkward seedlings will persevere

Built upon your rituals,
your wisdom,
no regrets.

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For my granddaughters.

Racing with Babies

Think you’re fast? I once held the Jr. High girls record for the 50 yard dash. I am 55 years old now but inside, I haven’t aged. My outside, doesn’t care though.

Toddlers are faster than racehorses out of the starting gate. A hard thing  for we adults, with an athletic inner self, to believe. Try this experiment before you supervise toddlers. In the middle of a playground, kick a ball away from a 20 month old and then try to get your hands on him as he pursues the ball. Of course, allow them two steps for the normal delay when distracted.  Repeat this experiment until you can grab them in under one second.

Ha! It’s impossible!

I wouldn’t have bet against myself. How hard could that be?

Yikes!  Several seconds too many to save them in a parking lot or driveway. Yup, don’t ever underestimate a toddler’s power to evade capture especially in a “high octane” situation.

You want to know a pet peeve of mine? Parents who think the “I’m gonna get you game.” is funny.

Some of my day care toddlers think that diaper changing is an invitation to a foot race. Even in the house, it takes a long time to corner them.
THAT is something I won’t allow. Voice control can save a child’s life. My “racers” are given no second chance to come. I pick them up in an unfriendly manner and make them mind when I ask them to come. I offer no tolerance and always enforce that one rule. Their life may likely depend on it.

So take this as a warning. Especially Dads and Grandparents who are more likely to underestimate toddlers, try my experiment and pretend that you are in a parking lot. It just may scare the “bejeezus” out of you!

(I believe that my experiment should be a MUST for teens in babysitting training!)

The Wealth of Family

“I wonder what the poor people are doing?”

I remember my father saying this when I was a child on a family vacation. My mom probably said it too but I remember my dad saying it. When I was a kid, I thought it was a statement about monetary wealth. I’m sure it was a bit because, while on vacation, we could eat at restaurants and stay in a cabin on a lake. During the year we did not eat out and conserved because we were not, after all , rich. On this particular vacation, my grandpa and grandma (mom’s parents) were with us. My dad and grandpa were sipping on Manhattans and laughing as we ordered dinner at a restaurant. I can still see us all sitting around the table, my younger siblings fidgeting and playing with their napkins. My mom, shoulder to shoulder with her mom whispering  what I now assume were those common jokes about men just being “big kids” when they get together. The whole world was safe and friendly, right then and there. You’ve heard about time standing still, it did,and my mind took a snapshot. The edges are worn now but I still have it when ever I want to feel warm.

“I wonder what the poor people are doing?”

The Mouths of Babes.

If you are not aware of my love affair with watching my granddaughter grow…where have you been?

Katherine is one of the primary reasons for my blog and is therefore pictured at the top. Listening to kids has been my life’s work so when Kat came along, I was ready!

As seasoned as I am, Katherine “blows me away” with her innocent and insightful comments. She has taught me that I,did indeed, find the career best suited for me and that observing kids is never mundane.

My daughter, son-in-law and Katherine spend weekends camping with us. (We have trailers, generator power and DVD players…hardly roughing it.) Katherine and I are privileged to early morning, quiet, one to one times. Her Pepe and parents are not the cheerful.wide awake, risers as we. During our morning chats we pause to listen to and identify birds and discuss just about everything.

Just yesterday, she was sitting with me and watched her Pepe shaving and brushing his hair. She turned to me and said,” Awwwww! That’s so nice!”

“What’s so nice Katherine?”

“He does love you so much that he gets up and makes himself handsome, just for you Grandma.”

I hadn’t thought about his routine, in that way, for years. Thank-you to Katherine who made Pepe and Grandma look at each other with a twinkle in their eyes.

Later the same morning, we all went out to breakfast. Kat sat between her grandparents facing her parents. After the waitress brought our coffees Kat poked me and chuckled. “Look Grandma…Ed made an eddy.”

My daughter asked what was so funny. I explained that Kat saw her Pepe (Edward) stir up a whirlpool in his coffee. “Kat and I know that an eddy is another name for a whirlpool.” We gave each other a high-five as her mother said,  ” I will not let them skip her to first grade.”