She walks to the bottom of the tree, stands as straight as
she can, tilts her head back and stares up into the swinging branches. The top seems ages away and nearly
unreachable, but she knows that it can be achieved. After all she watched him do it only a few
moments ago. He had placed first his
left hand and then the right upon the trunk.
Stepping on those large roots protruding from the ground. Quickly he swung his leg around the trunk and
scooted up a little ways, careful to reposition his hands. He continued his assent even with the
continual motion of the tree.
Effortlessly he slid the heel of his foot over the branch and pulled
with his leg to bring his entire body up, teetering atop the weak unsteady tree
limb. He however was not satisfied yet,
he had to stand on that unsteadily limb and spring off with the expectation
that same limb would reach out and catch him.
It did, it always has. For that
limb is not really a tree limb at all, but the limb of his and her father. A man so devoted to his children he allows
them to climb him like he is nothing but a tree.
Before I had children I had one hope for those that I might
have someday. I hoped they would have
two very loving and involved parents. I
hoped they would know their grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins and be
close with them. It’s not as if my
parents aren’t wonderful parents, they are. They were just always busy doing something they
thought needed to be done for me and my sisters. Too busy to spend much time just being silly with
us.
My husband is great at just being silly with the children,
but me I have forgotten this lesson.
Today I became so upset with my twins for opening all the board games
and throwing the pieces all over the house and ruining the majority of the
games. Sitting here tonight after they
have all gone to sleep made me start thinking about how the board games were
not important. Rather enjoying doing
anything, even destroying board games, with them is what’s important.
Maybe tomorrow I will be the tree.