“Can I splash through that puddle?”
“Can we crunch those lots-of-leaves?”
“Is that gingerale? May I have a sip?”
“Can I sleep in a bit? I was up a lot with the kids.”
“Will you read this book to me?”
“Can I have a pick-up hug?”
“Can I always live here after I grow up?”
“When you were little, were kids mean to you sometimes?”
“Can we ride our bikes on the Banana Trail?”
“Would you give this Letter of Agreement a look?”
“When you lived in Italy, did you ride lots of deer?”
“Can I be an olive for Halloween?”
“Will you stay for one more lullaby?”
“Remember when we drove all over Grand Rapids looking for our ancestors’ homes?”
Yes! Yes! A resounding, eternal yes.
“Yes, is the answer. And you know that… For sure. Yes, is a flower. You gotta let it- you gotta let it grow.”
-J. Lennon
Interestingly, John met Yoko for the first time at her art exhibit, in which you had to climb a ladder, then use a magnifying glass to find the word, “Yes.” In John’s words: “… A ladder that led to a painting, which was hung on the ceiling. It looked like a white canvas with a chain with a spyglass hanging on the end of it. I climbed the ladder, looked through the spyglass, and in tiny little letters it said, YES.”
How beautiful “yes” is.
I won’t quote the passage by James Joyce from “Ulysses” here. But, you get the point. Yes?
Just never ever change that answer or even try later to amend. These images of you are firmly implanted in that part of your child’s brain labeled “Facts about my mommie”. This makes YOU a hero of LARGE proportions. You will someday hear one of the kids BRAGGING about you riding on deer in Italy. “YES !! Mommie DID !” (spoken with resounding conviction to doubtful buddies.) But the REAL hero is the one the kids only sense on a cellular level – that Mommie was always always there – morning, night and noon – no matter what.
Lovely, and Amazing.
Fun to read, thanks !
Thanks for your stories and insights, everyone, so glad you’re here.