Posts Tagged "grandson"

Yield to a Smile

»Posted by on Aug 26, 2015 in Heartfelt Treasures | 11 comments

Author’s Note:  Yield to a Smile is a  piece that I created recently as part of a Plein Air writing exhibition at the local art gallery.  The challenge was to visit pre-selected outdoor locations and use what we saw, smelled, heard and felt to create an original essay or poem (500 word max).  Inspired by Blackberry Beach and the Easy Climb Trail, Cascade Locks (Oregon), for me this piece is personally about self-discovery and about allowing myself to let go and just use my imagination. Dedicated to my 6-year old grandson, who loves to go on adventures with me and who is always looking and waiting to discover a leprechaun. The title of this piece was inspired by the sign at the trail-head with typical hiking notations about staying on the path, don’t pick...

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To Swim or Not To Swim

»Posted by on Aug 5, 2014 in Heartfelt Treasures | 0 comments

To Swim or Not To Swim

It’s 9:30 on a cool summer morning and I’m sitting next to the pool with all the other moms, dads, grandmas and grandpas…watching our little ones take swim lessons. It is an age old tradition of instilling in these precious children the joy of swimming. Both for their enjoyment and fun, but also for their safety. I must say I envy my grandson his obvious delight and joy he finds by being in the water. He is not afraid at all. Some of the kids are clinging to the side of the pool with a death grip. Crying and whining when the teacher asks them to put their face in the water and blow bubbles. Not my grandson. He can’t even hear the teacher as she gives instructions to the class because he is under the water. Eyes open in his goggles, breathing out bubbles and...

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Dandelions and Daydreams

»Posted by on Jul 17, 2014 in Family Treasures | 4 comments

Dandelions and Daydreams

Here Grandma…I picked you some flowers. It’s the voice of my five year old grandson as he comes running in from playing outside. I look up from my computer knowing full well that the flowers will be bright yellow with pointy pedals. The stems will be gangly and long with very few leaves. The stems will either be picked too short, or so long that they are broken from being held too tight. Do you love them, Grandma? Yes, I do. Just as I loved them when your mother was little and your Uncle before her. And just as I love you for bringing them to me. As I place the flowers in a vase, I am taken back to so many other dandelions that have sat on my windowsill over the past thirty years that I have been a mother. I feel so blessed by the “flowers” that my children have...

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