Two old women were picking flowers at the park.
Unaware of the adults around them they chuckled between themselves while they chose a pretty set of petals each.
They reminded me of little girls at play. Better yet….they were little girls at play.
Category: children
Child’s Play
I watch my kids play in the park.
They approach tiny-strangers without worry of a reproach. In their innocence they make fast friends of the foreigners and in minutes share uninhibited belly-laughs.
They run, giggle, throw sand and climb. This impromptu group of new and temporary pals create a society all their own with simple rules.
Hurt feelings are literal. Bruised knees, a bump on the head or an accidental bump on the nose. Apologies are quick to come and even quicker to be accepted. Time dwelling only takes away from precious moments better spent on the games.
I wonder why I monitor them so much.
As if my adult sense of society could somehow improve their careless kid paradise.
Chosen Path
It was all very clear.
The path chosen lead to predictable and sensible results. Deadlines, cues, certain steps had to be taken and we’d find ourselves at journey’s end realized and content.
That was the plan anyhow!
Then they came.
Smiles, tears, sensations that were never accounted for started to confuse our compass.
Now we find ourselves on a different direction with a pace unaccounted for.
I wouldn’t change it for the world, or them for that matter.
