I wrote these thoughts one day as Hank, my oldest son wanted to go out to explore his world around him. I'm glad I took the time to write this memory as it unfolded. I was also expecting my sixth child, Michael, who was due any day. February 13, 1976
The today's turn into yesterdays all too quickly.
Today you are an eleven year old, carefree young boy enjoying life
As it comes one day at a time, as the the days turn into months, then years.
It is an adventure and treasure of boyhood memories just to watch you in wonderment.
"Mamma, can I go play?" you ask. "Sure, son." I say.
I say that as I watch you pump yourself higher on the backyard swing.
You are swinging back and forth higher up in the air seeing life
through your innocent little boy eyes; as you swing--
You catch a broader view of the park across the street.
You see and feel the excitement of a cement truck
churning its load which is part of you seeking
to know what life is all about.
"Go now, my son; seek to explore your world while
Burdens of tomorrow years are not yet."
Love, Mom
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