Monday, February 18, 2008

Joy is plentiful atop the hill where sticks are swords...

Today a vision. BOY on a playdate with one of his best friends at a local park...

They run toward each other as if in slow motion...at the last second stopping short with a shuffling of feet, looking sideways with shy grins to see what the other does. Then they are off! Flying feet and wide open smiles rocketing to the playground. An hour of games with climbing towers and being Power Rangers. Then rounded up by moms and herded with smaller sisters to a spot under canopied trees, cradled by large boulders for a picnic lunch. Mothers and daughters focus on eating, boys up and down- quick bites for fuel. Chasing squirrels and the elusive sunshine on a cool day. Joy is plentiful atop the hill where sticks are swords, cheeks are flushed and the world is theirs. A dirt mound, a volcano... with hot lava and imagined perils. A few tumbles and falls, occasional hurt feelings, but most of all love. As only little boys can. On a hilltop covered with boulders, waving sticks and allowed to be boys.


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13 comments:

  1. There really isn't anyone that lives life the way little boys do - is there? What a sweet post J! Take care - Kellan

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  2. Lovely. I watched my neighbors two boys have a totally joyful mud fight in the front yard yesterday. Unabashed joy...although their Mama didn't look quite as joyful when she discovered them.

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  3. This is so well written - poetic almost. It captures the joy of play, and being a little boy so well.

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  4. I agree with Jen, I can completely picture their joyful exuberance!

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  5. Lovely writing, and it sounds perfect. They need that kind of play.

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  6. I envy your picnic. (shiver)

    But my heart is warmed that the Boy is having a FUN day. Yay!

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  7. Beautiful. I miss those little boy days of pure joy.

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  8. Sounds like running around in the fresh air and sunshine is just what Boy needed. I'm glad.

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  9. How poetic. Our boys teach their mommies new things all the time.


    ps - I tagged you.

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  10. You gotta love boys. There's nothing like 'em!

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