The truth is my flower bed, which is actually a weed bed, has always been a source of frustration for me. A reminder of my inadequacy. I want so badly to fill it with pretty plants and flowers, but time and money have prevented me so far. With so many priorities to juggle, this one just seems to never quite make it to the top of the list. And then when I do plant something, it dies. Obviously I need some gardening lessons!
Recently my daughters have taken over the weed bed as their mud pit. They turn on the spigot, fill it with mud, and make “mud cookies” which they place all over the sidewalks, making even more of a ridiculous mess of my yard – which is already cluttered with toys and bikes.
A few days ago when they started doing this, I started getting irritated. I mean the mess, the stained clothes, dirty hair (that dirt sticks to those scalps so well!) and did I mention the mess? Then I remembered one of my favorite childhood memories. My little brother and I sitting in our own mud pit, with our bikes turned upside down, using the spinning wheels to “shape” our mud cakes. I was sooo proud of those masterpieces, and was content to stay in that imaginary world for hours.
So, instead of being irritated, I grabbed my camera to document what I know will become one of my kid’s favorite childhood memories.
And you know what I realized? When I look back on my life I’m probably not going to remember this patch of weeds. It really doesn’t matter all THAT much. What I do want to remember is the time I spent experiencing the magic of childhood for the second time – through my children’s eyes.
And those flowers and perfectly manicured yard will eventually make it to the top of the priority list.