Because of my mom, I am of- Thread a needle Sew a button Iron the collar Homemade clothes Patched knees. Because of my mom, I am of- Coloring books Paint by number Latch hook Bracelet beading. Because of my mom, I am of- Coupon clipping Balance the checkbook “To the penny” Pay the bills Dividends. Because of my mom, I am of- No More Tears Lip Smackers Wash your face Moisturize “Don’t forget your neck.” Because of my mom, I am of- The Little Red Caboose “I think I can, I think I can” Marvin K. Mooney Highlights Magazine Scholastic Book Orders. Because of my mom, I am of... Speed Clue Luck vs. Skill “Don’t need to cheat mother” Competition. Because of my mom, I am of- Fruit leather and freezer jam Flour the baking pan Lick the bowl Chuka with fish cake Sukiyaki and Senbei. Because of my mom, I am of- Sack lunch Chocolate milk Fridays Parking lot picnics “Eat your vegetables” Pancake Sundays. Because of my mom, I am of- “That’s not a weed” Repot a plant “Don’t over water” Fresh cut flowers. Because of my mom, I am of- Goofy faces Tongue out Silly giggles Nose bops Worried brow. Because of my mom, I am of- Make a list Take a picture “What’s the plan?” Bionic hip Second first steps “You can do it.” Because of my mom, I am of- Determination Quiet strength Love in action An unwavering tree. ~Daniela Thompson, 5/10/2020
Life speeds by and before we know it, we’re looking back more often than looking ahead. Somehow, I feel like these thoughts should be happening thirty years from now, rather than at the age of thirty-three. I wonder why at the moment does it seem insignificant, but looking back it is exactly what I long for? Why is there a desire to capture the simple things, but a hesitation to establish or recognize new ones? Perhaps that is the beauty in it all, random events versus forced. The lack of simplicity coupled with escalating complexity has created a silent discontent within my own life. Finding the brake to slow this ride eludes me. Occasionally, there is a lull, but the momentum quickly builds, leaving me scrambling once again seeking the eventual stop I know is out there.
As a child, everyday normal to even boring events seemed to be a constant occurrence. One doesn’t realize that those snippets over time actually mount up to a nugget of significance; a time of uniqueness that would be difficult to duplicate, only cherished. During my childhood there were simple things initiated by my family or myself, which created an experience now savored.
Summers were filled with handstands in swimming pools or lakes; I wasn’t one to discriminate. There was something soothing about viewing the underwater world upside down; chubby belly hidden by the water and clumsy legs exposed to the sun. I would do my best to gracefully keep my legs together and point toes towards the sky like a ballerina, but I knew the result continued to be a wobbly V shape. My parents would compliment my performance each time, as if improvement was really being made. They knew all was good; the joy of a simple handstand after handstand would fill the afternoon. Read More »
The circle of life rolled by while I sat near the entrance waiting for our takeout order. Miniature white sneakers with velcro straps randomly bobbed to and fro. A blue sweatshirt hosted Tigger bouncing on the side. The slightly stressed mother quickly returned wallet to purse, balanced a bulky diaper bag on her petite shoulder, and pushed the stroller all at the same time. The cute toddler was in his own world living it up—smile on his face and song upon his lips.
Right after, a similar image with added wrinkles. Crisp, white New Balance sneakers boasting velcro straps contained stationary feet and swollen ankles. A blue knitted sweater with an embroidered crest and half glasses perched atop the end of a seasoned nose momentarily captured the essence of the elderly man. While pushing the wheelchair from behind, the twenty-something grandson leaned down to say thanks for the meal. A partial smile and wink was extended from a craned neck as the elderly man labored to tuck his wallet into his back pocket.Read More »