Overheard and underappreciated
New words and pronunciations pop up in our home fairly regularly - it’s one of the joys of having kids. Nothing makes you giggle more than a kid requesting a “pee-nur” and jelly sandwich, or more “marsh-ma-mells” in their cocoa. It’s even entertaining, albeit confusing, when the elementary school-aged kid shouts “yeet” and “sus,” continuously. Most likely in the wrong context but don’t ask me, I’m a millennial.
Love in the Subtleties
The baby is wailing from the backseat, the intensity of which leads me to believe he is near combustion. The situation can only be resolved one way, so I move quickly, twisting into a human pretzel to reach the backward-facing baby in hysterics. I’m contorting my arm behind the driver’s seat where my husband is calmly driving us home, despite the chaotic scene unfolding in the car.
Every summer, my best friend’s mom hosts a small gathering of people on the evening of the summer solstice. Guests can expect homemade guacamole, juicy burgers and fruity sangria. Conversations linger long into the evening, behind which, soft music plays. Unfamiliar sophisticated voices like John Denver and James Taylor grow on me more and more each year. The sun continues to emit an orange and yellow glow, as it takes its time going down over the horizon. The warm summer evening is absorbed slowly, not to be rushed.
Writing Prompt: Write about an item you have that isn't expensive but means a lot to you.
I ponder the treasures that fill our home and weigh the importance of each one. Maybe my most prized possession is my childhood favorite, now raggedy stuffed polar bear, appropriately named ‘Polie’ (so creative, I know). Or perhaps I’d choose the postcards from my dad to each of our kids, detailing his cross-country adventures and piquing their curiosity for travel. Certainly it could be the glass Christmas ornament filled with dried flowers from my wedding bouquet.
Evidence of Motherhood
Inspired by Jennifer Floyd’s creative exercise, “Still Motherhood.”
“These inanimate objects, exactly where they are, tell the story (of an age-old cliché we all roll our eyes at) that we really will miss this someday. The little corners of our home and treasures under the couch tell the story of a life filled with very loved children—where they create, learn, love, and rest. Take a moment to stop and capture these little moments of still motherhood – and remember the beautiful life you live and love.” – Jennifer Floyd