Most of the time, when I’m at home in the burbs of DC, I’m just being and doing. I take my kindergartner to the bus stop where he shyly-eagerly greets the older boys playing with a ball. I try not to worry about them not understanding him. I try not to worry about them picking on him for his speech delays, and instead, revel in their willingness to throw him their ball when he asks for it.
Most of the time, when I’m at home in the burbs of DC, I don’t think about my real Home. I don’t think about Colorado as a September place, the mountains yellow with changing Aspen trees, humidity-free hikes, and air that forces me to breathe it more deeply and completely.
This week though, these are the things of my thankful. Tucker, always my thankful, reminded me, on this trip to Home, of wonder and history and simple fun while riding in the wayback of a car with his cousins, playing smush ‘em, exaggeratedly leaning into one other on every curve.
Tucker’s cousins understood pretty much everything that he said when he spoke, and, when they didn’t, it wasn’t a big deal.
Family. Friends. Home.
On our hike, in this September Colorado place where I grew up, I saw the son that I live with at our home in DC. I saw the boy who needs support for academics, and I saw the boy who I don’t think of as having issues with motor skills until I see what other five year olds can do.
I also saw the boy that I see fly, and the boy who gets the greatest joy in throwing rocks into a pond, a lake, and a river. I saw the boy that his cousins see. The boy who chose to climb back down instead of all the way over was just the boy who decided to climb back down. Him not climbing over didn’t matter.
I liked that.
I liked this, too.
Thankful for family.
I was thankful to find shade from the Colorado sun, and for a breeze at sunset, at a lake.
I was thankful for the view driving back from the mountains to Denver, and to wake Sunday morning, knowing I’d see my two longest friends. The ones who have known me and seen me through the kind of levity and darkness that seems impossible when conversations are had in snippets running after kids. I didn’t get a selfie of the three of us, but I got one of me and Sara.
And ones of Sara playing hide and seek with my little boy, in the September sun.
Of Tucker and Sara, being silly, together. Of somebody, other than me, realizing how cool my kid is. Tucker came up to Sara and me and said, “Raise your hands!” While we understood his objective, it was amazing when I made him clarify it, and he said “Raise your hand if you want to chase me” (or close enough). He instructed us to say “ME ME ME” and then, when we did, he chose Sara. And she played.
My husband went home early, for work, on our anniversary. And it was okay. I got to hang out with Stephanie and her family. Our kids – you guys, our kids played together! I was a little nervous about Steph’s girls being annoyed with/accepting Tucker.
They were awesome, and they, too, understood his words. If they didn’t? It didn’t matter. They were amazing and I think Tucker fell a little bit in love with Steph’s older daughter, Izzy; he was still talking about her on the way home tonight. Asking where she is now, whether she’s asleep, and whether we can do Colorado again.
I’m thankful for Colorado. For family, friends, and for yellow aspen trees. For breathing. Deeply and completely.
What are you thankful for right now?
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