to my children

March 31, 2014 § 2 Comments

I cannot recall with precise certainty the number of times we frequented the familiar paths of our favorite zoo.  Instead my memories are measured by the echos of gentle encouragements and firm directives, sticky fingers and indirect wanderings. I hear silent refrains of impassioned pleas for overpriced, inexpensive keepsakes and the resistance of sleepy limbs contradicting curious delight.

At first sight you each met the animals with the unguarded appreciation of infancy; later with the hurried authority of toddler enthusiasm. Today we retraced well-worn pathways with the patient familiarity and mature appreciation of overlapping memories informing new experiences.

Despite the slow march of long days, I marveled at the unexpectedly intentional choreography of our path and the thoughtful acknowledgment of our serendipitous companions; one child navigating our course by map while another lingered for strangers struggling with heavy doors against the awkward weight of oversized strollers. I noted contentedly the quiet study of each exhibit and the charitable patience for young neighbors of chance.

Tonight, sleepy with the satisfaction of today’s adventure, I am unapologetically appreciative of the present; nostalgia for days past overshadowed by thankfulness for this day.

Love, Mom




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