Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Look at the bright side: the swing
6 x 12 acrylic on wood
For years I have been lucky to stay at home each summer with my kids- and I have soaked in the delights of whole days at the pond surrounded by laughter, insect buzzing, splashing, joking, the tinkling of dad’s fountains, and my mental diversion limited to judging dive or belly flop performances, helping young ones catch tadpoles (from a safe distance), slathering on sunblock across sharp shoulder blades, carving up watermelons, forgetting all about the house chores, the phone calls, the need to be anywhere else at all. It is divine surrender.
But the transition is hell. The kids suddenly crisscross my planner and wreak havoc on my daily plans. Appointments need to be made, then changed. My regular hectic and productive pace needs to slow down. Like this swing in the grandparents backyard. We've all been on it. And it is waiting...