Last night the soccer season started for Deaglan again and as I watched him run for the ball, a blur of long lean limbs, dark hair and determination, I knew somewhere deep inside that there was nowhere else I’d rather be. It’s been one of the nicer aspects of meandering my way through my forties. I’m content to be where I am; my twenties and much of my thirties were not so peaceful. But now that I’m here, the harder times of those younger days are all a blur too.
I watched the boys on the field and couldn’t believe they were all between 7 and 8. They appeared still small to me, their sweet baby faces breaking out in shy grins when they’d tame the ball and kick it to the intended destination, peering back over their shoulders to see their parents' delight.
It’s been a good spring so far, our first in this house. At least once a day Deaglan shakes his head and says: Mom can you believe there are pink and white trees out my window? Who ever heard of pink and white trees? I agree; it’s like harvest around here. We moved in during the high heat of last summer, when much of the lush green had withered, then tired and surrendered. But from this side, the early days of a highly anticipated spring, well it is such a treat, each of us exalting every flowery bloom and magically germinating branch.
We’re taking it all in stride though; getting to each thing when we can. There’s a lot to do.
Open the pool.
Dust off the lawn furniture.
Plan a nearly five-year old’s birthday party.
Keep up with homework even though we’ve just about had it with reading logs and spelling tests.
Buy new flip-flops.
Track down the sunscreen.
Read a book in the quiet afternoon sun - cold glass of Chardonnay nearby.
I don't know for sure, but I may have a severe case of spring fever.
My friend Shannon gifted me this hibiscus plant over three years ago. Just when I think I've killed it with my awkward gardening ways, it rewards me with a bloom so beautiful I rethink everything.
This magnolia is one of my favourite things about our new front yard.
The pink and white trees out Deaglan's window.
Mother's Day paper flowers from my sweet guys.
I told my FB friends that we went fishing on Mother's Day (what else are you gonna do when you're surrounded by boys?). This was the result: each caught me a trout and Shaune barbecued them on a cedar plank and served with roasted peppers, onions and asparagus.
And this is the harvest of all those early years of parenting: watching one kid read to the other. Sigh.
And speaking of spring blooms. This guy here will be five in a few short weeks. Five!!