turning and she's smiling
right into my eyes
chickens at the back door, where's breakfast?
padding out over still damp grass to feed them
they cluck and follow, cluck and follow
hanging clothes on the line, bare feet on still damp grass
soft brown moth on a clothes peg
birds calling to each other, tree to tree to tree
eggs for my boy for breakfast
make him a lunch like longago school time
then he's gone all day, helping out at Robocamp
back home and
my girl saying, don't look! as she does another writing project
at her beloved desk.
dog splayed out on the cool tile floor
cat in a box
smoothies and books
my girl says, well that's our whole summer holidays right there!
wandering the garden
quick visit from my mum, just popping in and she's always ready to listen, read, share.
so beautiful to me
quick visit to two girls we've missed all summer—they've been sick with whooping cough
my girl when she sees them—her face lit with love
sitting on a rug in the sun
hearing all the stories they've written while waiting to get better
it's never long enough when we're with them
picking up my boy
he's in a crowd of boys
circled around a bunch of legorobots having a sumo challenge
all the boys laughing
and when we get home
my girl goes to her desk
my boy goes to his book
and mum, what's plight mean? (my girl who's writing) What's an anecdote? (my boy entranced by Nanny Piggins) What does bodily mean? (my girl) What's the Theory of Relativity? (my boy)
so we go to the computer and watch YouTube videos on Einstein's Theory of General and Special Relativity. yeah. we do, and my brain starts to go 'round and 'round trying to understand.
asking my boy, "Are you getting this?"
"Yeah," he says. (Like, Yeah, Mum, of course I am, aren't you?)
pancakes for dinner
made with extra eggs and dolloped with homemade, just-this-minute-made strawberry jam
except my boy has to have a heaping plate of pasta and lentil bolognese first
then a big ol' pancake for dessert
and it's time for a walk
sunset walk with the dog—old dog—plodding behind
across the park, sun gone behind the mountain, clouds spinning gold
racing kids—who's first to the soccer posts?
bolting across just shorn grass
Oh, I think I've sprained my leg running too hard, could I have sprained my leg, mum?
how about a hopping race along the cricket pitch? says my boy
home and showers and reading reading reading reading
and Dad's coming home tonight!
(5 days away is too long)
and deciding who's going to sleep where on the big family bed and it's getting late
and his lights come down the driveway and the kids,
bouncing on the bed like toddlers,
Dad! Dad! Come upstairs!
And cuddles and more cuddles
and time on the couch with just my husband
hearing about his week at jazz camp and all the stories
warm milk and honey
to try and quiet my mind
and tell it:
you can stop planning and thinking, just for a little while,
just for a time
Pause and reflect
on these small moments
as you have been,
stopping and noting and holding close and taking photographs with your mind
embracing each small thing
that has built this day,