Some days, I just can't sit in front of the laptop and write without concentration. For those days, like today, I give you this mother and son bonding moment to enjoy as much as I am:
I am the Queen of all that is melting. I sit in my regal folding camping throne, overlooking my newly discovered land that had lain hidden beneath the snow. 'Tis no matter that it is protected from exploration by the cleverly placed land mines of canine droppings, also freshly discovered as the snow slips away into mushy wetness. My toddler minion cares not about the sticky mud that lines every puddle, desperately clinging to life in the sunlight. In truth, he seeks it out to enhance his energetic frivolity that I have generously allowed. My reign will be brief. I know this, for it has been foretold that a great battle is on the horizon, literally. At the time of the setting sun, my noble son will gather his forces of defiance and shout with all the breath in his lungs, "NO! I will not go forth inside. I shall remain outside until it is my pleasure to accompany you for dinner!" It will ultimately be my royal decree that he proceed indoors, but not before our duel of wills has concluded. For now, I beg of him to continue without constraint so as to exorcise the demons that dwell in him during the afternoon hours. His will is strong, but I am Queen of all that is melting, especially my heart when he comes to me, dirty and disheveled, and says with a smile, "I love you, Mama."
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