Texts with my son:
Thank you for keeping me updated. I love reading your texts about my son.
Your son put his hand in a puppet,
which then picked up a mallet
and played the buffalo drum.
We make music with drums,
flutes, singing, guitar
and piano. We finger-paint
draw with magic markers,
crayons and we squish playdough.
And starting now, modeling clay.
We do a lot of wooden puzzles
and pre-geometry, working with shapes
and “fit” he declares with satisfaction.
We do yoga poses. Warrior is improving.
His favorites are down dog and mountain.
We run like airplanes, we run
like somebody is chasing us.
I chase him. He’s fast.
He pedals his tricycle.
Steering is still a little dangerous.
We take walks to appreciate
living beings from bugs
to bushes, birds to people.
We read a lot of books.
We animate little figures
and have conversations that usually start
with, “Hi, Guy!” He plays golf
and throws balls. He casts his fishing pole
then chases the orange fish play lure
through the green grass.
We play in water.
He helps great grandma do wash.
He helps cook. Oh, and we
play a lot of color games.
I painted circles to match
his bean bags. I used the wrong shade
of purple, and he refused it.
So I painted it right.
He’s brilliant, you know. So attuned
to emotional atmosphere. When he heard
a worried caller speak
into the telephone, he said
in quite a friendly voice,
“Hello?” Remember, I’m here
shining brightly, ready for love.
Inspired by the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Purple