Dearest Sister of my Heart,
I miss you.
I realized the other day that I have no idea what your life is like these days. I assume you are busy, but don’t know with what. I like to imagine you sitting at a table with a pen and paper, writing or drawing pages to be bound into a book, with the sunlight filtering in and shining off your glasses …Aaand then I realize we are not nine anymore. But when I think of you, that is how I see you… not nine, but writing, working, creating. Always creating.
Some of the clearest memories I have are with you. I remember clear as day the peace and joy of coloring on that enormous-feeling rock on the canoe trip when we were four and five. I remember your basement in Erie and hours of fun spent down there. I remember days spent across the street from Grandma and Patoo’s at the Lines School park, lurking around the building playing spies, and the puppet theatre we made at your house that christmas that my dad gave me all the animal puppets.
I have begun to write out a number of my specific memories of my dad from my childhood (you are in many of them). He was the one to weave magic into my vision of the world and I don’t want to forget any of that or lose that vision with age, especially as my kids come into that impressionable age of imagination. I think, the reason I felt led to do it is because of the last few visits to the “homeland.” Watching John specifically, spending time with my dad and playing many of those same imaginative games that I did in my childhood with him. Not to mention, childhood is just such good material! It’s life at it’s rawest. The simplest and and most exaggerated view of the world. That’s what makes it so precious and, I think, why children can see some things that adults have lost the eyes for.
I wonder what my kids will write about me someday… *yeesh*
Which reminds me… Evie’s newest word: “booya”. Yup, the boys next door taught her and John thinks it’s the bomb. If you aren’t up on the current slang, it’s a term that is rather self-congratulating, describes excitement, lets others know the magnificence of the celebration as well as the superiority of the user, and is used as an exclamation of those ideas… basically it’s an updated version of “nee-ner-nee-ner-neeeee-ner” (which, lets face it, never goes out of style). Yes, my dear sweet little girl is “in-your-face”-ing it to the boys when they prompt her. *sigh* I have to admit it is sort of funny… and LUCKILY she has no clue what it means yet. Gloating is a more complex idea, though I am sure with an older brother to spur her on she will pick it up soon enough.
Ok, time to be about the business (or busy-ness) of the day. Thanks for the few minutes of peace and presence with me. I love you.
P.S. – What do you want your kids write about you someday?