~A memory~


My daughter told me a story today in the car on the way home from school.  “Guess what~ me and Lindsy place outside together during recess.” “Guess what we play” 

 “I don’t know, what do you two play?”

“Well, we play bird nest, we find all of the pine needles and  then we build a nest”
“Guess what we found today” 

 “I don’t know, what did you find?”

“Well, today we found a feather, and guess what, we put it in our nest. Then we played birds, mama bird with babies.” “I hope it is still there tomorrow.” 

Followed by at least 15 more minutes of in-depth conversation that I will  not repeat, but  what a sweet little story.    It brought back a memory that I almost had completely forgotten. 

When I was in kindergarten, my little best friend…  I can’t quite remember her name, but she was my best friend and we played incessantly together. 

One of our most favorite games we would play was the one we played with our pencils, it was known as pencil house. 

Do you remember the little wooden pencil boxes? Well, those boxes were our houses for our little pencil people.  We had mama’s, dads, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles & cousins.. you name it we had it. We used big pencils, little pencils, medium sized pencils.  No pencil would ever be left out, no they would just join our little family. 

 On the playground we would search for any little pencils and you would be surprised what we would find and where. I found many a good pencil on the school bus.  We played so much not only in recess, but in class. We would get so mad when we couldn’t play our little  pencil people family game.   That old  teacher just talked way to much as far as we were concerned.  The more we played the more extensive our pencil families would become. 

 Good times I tell you, good times!

Oh me.. I had almost completely forgotten about that.  In fact, I might not have ever remembered that fun little time if I had not spent time listening to the ever rambling little six year old..  So much passion for play and imagination bundled into that little being!

This is what I love about being a mom, you not only see yourself in your children, but they can actually help you find a small part of yourself that you might have ordinarily forgotten.   I think that is way cool!

I have to leave you with a beautiful old rose named Mrs. BR Cant it is a real doer in my garden. It sits front and center in my wild garden. The blooms are gorgeous, have a pleasant scent, and after each little rain storm I will usually get a new flush. Of course it blooms big time right after my sister’s big day, of course it does.