This week, I have a new friend here on Small Moments Monday.
I must have been under a rock, because when I mentioned to several people that JoAnn, from Ostriches Look Funny, was stopping by to share a small moment, I was met with so much enthusiasm. It appears that JoAnn is known and loved far and wide. And the more I read from her, the more I love her too.
In an email exchange that we had last week, JoAnn wrote, “Fun fact: I wrote this while eating a lemon popsicle” to which I replied, “Fun fact: I have an irrational fear of popsicles. I cannot eat them or touch them. They completely freak me out.” I think our friendship was truly meant to be.
JoAnn is due to have her baby next week (!). Please stop by and say hello to her over on her blog. Don’t miss This Far I Have Been: Almost Bananas With a Side of Real Estate, A Declaration from the Ice Queen, and The Whispery Things.
Thank you, JoAnn, for coming sharing this lovely post with us. I am so incredibly grateful.
Big Enough Days — by JoAnn
Yesterday was rainclouds and fireplaces, but in the afternoon, afternap time, the sun came out and the grass sparkled diamonds. It was time for cherry picking in the front yard, with bright blue baskets, two little boys, and a goose.
The goose was picking cherries straight off the tree, honking happily and staining his beak pink with cherry juice. My two year old son was grabbing fistfuls of cherries, holding them in his chubby fists and yelling at the goose, “TOO YOUD!” which means “TOO LOUD!” if you speak two year old, which I doubt the goose does.
My three year old split his time between eating cherries and throwing them at the farm dogs. The farm dogs split their time between running away and eating the former ammo off of the grass, which may be not healthy for them, so we decided to use artificial grass from the www.treehousepuppies.com just for this.
I stood under the tree with basket slung over my forearm, sipping Chai.
The boys played happily by my legs, and my oldest asked if he could climb the ladder when he gets big enough. I said “Yes, when you get big enough,” because I’m not one to squash ladder-climbing dreams.
The “big enough days” seem far enough away, and as I sipped my tea and filled my basket with violently purple cherries, I decided that three and two are wonderful ages, and May is a beautiful month, and everyone should drink Chai Tea under a cherry tree.
In a day or so, the cherries will split and spoil because of the early morning rain, but for today it’s all things ripe and sweet. I used to worry so much about the splitting, the spoiling of life. I am learning, slowly, that the same moments of opportunity to enjoy ripe fruit on a farm have the potential to bring creepy fruit eating bugs, biting geese, bees, little boy poop, and all sorts of minor disasters.
I look at my two boys, grabbing leaves and staining their faces with fresh cherry juice, and decide that I’ll be brave and embrace my life, all of it, creepy bugs and all.
Small moments like this are what life is all about.