Yesterday I called up my friend whose father died recently. We had been going to get together and reconnect since it had been awhile, and then I’d been sick, and then her dad died, and then Christmas happened….so I wanted to check in with her and we decided to take a walk in the afternoon; the day was gorgeously sunny and crisp. She has two young children who went with us.
I love watching her interact with her children. She’s a gentle mother and a born teacher, full of imagination and empathy, and firm at the right moments. Her children are delightful. Very articulate, with sweet open spirits. (Reminds me of my nephew Henry at that same age!) My friend’s little son is the kind of boy who loves to show you what he enjoys in his world: his very fun ball pit, his very shiny red pedal car.
It was fun to revisit the world where taking a walk means ambling behind the little pedal-car down the road to the creek access point and throwing pebbles and sticks into the creek and then abandoning that activity on the whim of going further on down the road and then finding a long puddle and driving back and forth through it for as long as time permitted.
It was over too soon; I had to go and pick up my youngest from high school.