I told myself I would update this more often, my bad.
Here's what We did on date night last week... We made wool flowers. Was fun, different and quality time. Patti even may get to help with some resin projects in the future. Next date night is scheduled to go see Snow White!
Also a short story I did when prompted to write about a non-verbal 12 year old boy...for only 12 minutes... we did it long handed in a notebook then I fixed it up a bit before posting it. I was very proud of this so wanted to share it with the faithful....
I was never a twelve year old boy, but I know what it’s like to love one.
Sonny and I have a weekly ritual on laundry day. I pull from pockets rocks and trinkets I used to think of as trash. I place them aside inside a shoebox. After the folding, I put the shoebox on top of the basket and set the destination to my son’s room. I knock before entering.
Two stomps signal I can open the door.
His eyes brighten at the sight of the laundry basket. He’s as eager as I am to begin.
I watch as he reaches for the box and pulls out each treasure. Sonny’s silent voice can tell me nothing. Oh, but his face…
It lights up with joy as he recalls the where, the when, and the what of his weekly finds. He explored the field out back, the driveway, the basement. He doesn’t venture far, yet he’s in a world all his own.
On laundry day I get a peek into that world.
Sonny holds a pebble to his chest, pets it like a kitten and spins around. He rubs a stick between his hands over and over dropping it and picking it back up, smiling all the while.
I secretly wish to hide away in a small corner of his mind, if only to sneak an experience with each act of joyous discovery. I put his clothes away, and watch.
Sonny climbs on his bed with the box, returning each item, closing the lid then opening it to begin again. He brings home magical bits of Earth for me.
It is an instrument of inspiration to look deeper at the meaning behind the mundane. A ritual I am grateful for, a blessing from God, by way of my son.