Transitions
I’ve been pondering the transitions we’ve been going through in the last months.
The first one that struck me recently was the day we completed our drive to Vermont.
In the morning, at the hotel in Putney, the children were rolling with laughter as Mom and I told stories of their childhood. They were the consumers of the stories.
That evening, at Cousin M’s play, Monkey and Buster were the ones spilling out the visions and ideas that were making us choke with laughter. The play was very funny, and some parts of it struck my crew just right for spinning tales and lines. I loved seeing their eyes sparkling with merriment.
They have become the storytellers.
And suddenly the Buster has grown up in varied ways. He likes to settle in with a book for bed now. He’s staying up later and later, taking a leaf from Monkey’s book. I went in to check on him last night and he was translating some verses from D & D books; focused, driven, intrigued. Monkey wandered in to settle down by him and investigate. I love to see their connections grow and change.
I offered to treat them to lunch at Costco on our regular grocery store trip this week, and Monkey suggested an alternative location, Crumb de la Crumb. A step up from Costco lunch, and it was delightful. Thanks to her suggestion, I now know I can make my Cuban over ice!
The choice to try somewhere different than the norm, I love that.
And yet, bless them, there are still plenty of reminders that we are still connected in fundamental ways.
Monkey was settled on the couch reading a book I recognized from long ago:
My mom gave her that book when she was 4.
She doesn’t often read it anymore, but to see her settled in on the couch like she was visiting with an old friend, it warmed my soul.
Despite the long limbs, which in this picture make us look like some sort of alien bug family, my Buster still loves to snuggle:
That brings us to Yessa. Due to age, she hasn’t made the chasm-crossing leaps the other two have yet, but she continues to be the grounded, loving, hilarious, common-sense, no-cursing one of the whole lot of us. I don’t mind if she never changes. She’s awesome.
In going through videos, I found this one from Ireland that I still love to remember.
She was positive if I would just hurry up, she and I could make it to the end of the rainbow.
“Mama, come on. Is it gone yet?”
“Mommy, come on. Hurry!”
I love her faith.
Never lose that drive and vision, Yessa.
