I stand waiting for Brian to finish football practice, watching him far across the fields, lost in a blur of white uniforms.
As the wind blows through my hair, I am caught by the sight of these kids enjoying this time – being kids. No car payments, no mortgage payments, no grocery bills, no relationship woes. Just video games, play, school and the like. Their bodies move with the lightness of being free, like blue jays after leftovers in the park.
Life is strange. I myself, take no time for play. I work and fight for a life I want for Brian and me, never satisfied, always pushing. My mother tells me that everything can change in a fleeting moment. I have been waiting for that moment for a long time now.
But there are times, like tonight, while watching Brian in his glory that I can accept that things are as they should be. For all my pushing in the world, sometimes we have to be like the willow tree and bend with the imposing wind. I am trying to be that willow tree – it’s not easy.
I watch Brian laugh then remind myself to bend just a little farther back and be patient.
Until next time-