Active? You want ACTIVE? Well, I’d love to help ya out there our beautiful (and so missed) serene one, but there’s so much activity HERE that I have no time or energy to see to activity THERE.
You see, that would require time to sit and think and write in a sensible way and well, time is in short supply these days, at least the kind to spend on me. Me, me, me. The before now unchallenged king of all things selfish and all things ME, I suddenly find my days stuffed full of all things about everything, except me.
To tell the story quickly (as I must, there’s pancakes rising on the stove), I’ve become the proud parent of a 7 year old with school to attend, homework to complete, soccer balls to kick, shoes to tie, clothes to wash, teeth to brush, scrapes to kiss, bad dreams to comfort from, skate boards to repair, neighborhood kid’s squabbles to settle fairly, storybooks to read, Yu-Gi-Oh cards to sort, ears to wash (inside and out), lunches to pack, hurt feelings to soothe, oh and don’t forget about his cat, must be in by 9 o’clock to cuddle up with as he sleeps.
Yes, the little boy who helped me plant tomatoes in the garden, has now become my legal charge and I am determined to do a better job than those who came before me.
He deserves a home, safe and dependable, hugs and I love you’s given out freely, someone who cares for him above anyone else and a world without words like “jail” and “probation violation”. He deserves to be my day’s activity, whether on the soccer field or in front of the TV. He deserves to be happy and secure and loved. He deserves to be 7, without a care in the world.
So, until my charge is done, he will be my “activity” and hopefully grow up to know just how lovable and precious he is. I figure, it’s the least I can do. After all he’s my best buddy and I want to be his.