I’ve been trying different strategies to get more creative things squeezed into my day. Yesterday I tried assembling this during Mommy Summer School, thinking I’d get the kids set up and be able to work side by side with them…but it didn’t work. Attention can only be divided so much, it seems.
I can’t quite accomplish what I used to be able to accomplish in a day. And I can’t decide if it’s because I’m getting older and slower…or maybe I’m getting older and calmer. Perhaps I am not so desperate to show myself and anyone else watching that I am a-okay because look what I can do! Maybe I am more content to be, than to do. Or, maybe I am still finding my footing with all the transitions we’ve faced this summer…and still learning how to get done what I’d like to get done. I’m not sure what it’s all about and I have a feeling it’s the kind of thing that will need a little hindsight to get perspective on, but I am living so day-by-day right now…and there is something nice about it.
Anyway, I ended up finishing this page later in the day, after Mommy Summer School, a trip to the playground and finishing up the photos for the shoot I posted yesterday. A full day, and a good one!
Here’s what it says:
Grandmama and Granddaddy bought a nice, big, green tent a few years ago to use at the beach. We camp out under it or next to it and we use it as a landmark for getting back to our group… except this summer it’s use as a landmark wasn’t fully successful for the littlest Rices. There was something throwing them off. Other people had green tents.
One morning at the beach I sent Andrew up to the tent to leave his hat. His hat had gotten wet in the ocean and I didn’t want it getting washed away. So up the beach he ran, and he threw his soaking wet hat under someone else’s green tent….a tent with a whole group of complete strangers sitting underneath it…and not realizing his mistake, he turned around and ran back to the water. Luckily, Aunt Lorie saw the whole thing and stepped in with an apology and wet hat retrieval.
Another day, I sent Isaac up to sit with grandmama for a few minutes, and I watched him run up the beach…to the wrong green tent. He sat right down in the shade…with a whole other family. And he stayed there until I got to him, apologized and walked him over to the right tent.
Someday, I’m sure, my boys will not merely rely on the color of the tent for finding their family. Hopefully they will learn to check the faces of the people sitting under the tent before throwing their wet hats and sitting down for a rest. But, that day has not yet arrived. Maybe next year.