I Am Finished Sleeping

Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the Star Wa...

Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the Star Wars prequel trilogy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There is a certain purity that exists in each of us for a short time that occurs during our beginning years on this earth.  All the oohs and aahs, in response to precious first words and phrases tickle even the grumpiest grumps I think. Wrapped in innocence it amazes me that children move from gaga to actual words and once the verbalization process starts it increases exponentially and sure to amaze anyone who takes the time to notice.

I especially love the period of time before contraction development.  Sentences are spoken in purest phrases.

I am hungry.

I am finished sleeping.

Keetan is not my friend.

I want to go home.

My legs are tired.

I am Luke Skywalker and you are Obi Wan Kenobe, the young one, not the old one.

We look for purity in language, adding twists, descriptive tantalizing poetic bends, decorations with subtleties or profanities, catchwords, buzz words, all kinds of words.

And I cannot help but wonder how the world might change if for one day everyone found themselves speaking pure direct, cannot be misunderstood language.  Can you imagine what that would mean in politics, in business, in every aspect of our lives?

 

You are not weak, You are not old; so saith G2

Today was the first week day of school vacation unless of course you count G1′s school catching fire the last week of school..but that is another story.

By agreement of all adults, the children can play an interactive game for only one hour at a time, then they must switch to another activity.  They seem pretty happy with this and after the first hour, the next was swimming in our pool for G1 and playing on the patio with G2 who is not sure he wants to be in this particular 52 inch pool since he cannot easily touch bottom.  (Mind you he has no problem swimming in the cottage lake which I think is about 40 feet AND of course he wears a flotation device.)

Today G2 asked me most seriously if I would take him swimming at the neighborhood pool in the evening.  The attraction here is that he can touch bottom and of course I would not deny him.  I did decide if he forgot to mention it I would not bring the subject up but after dinner as I was preparing for a quiet evening he remembered.  So off we go.

G1 decided to join us and on the way, since it is directly on our path we stopped to invite G1′s best friend J.  The two have passed every swimming course necessary to be on their own which means I can concentrate on G2.  And it takes some serious concentration.  First the cold pool which he insists on playing in as deep as he can go – generally to his ear lobes and he bobs along until he has to grab me for support and then the warm pool which is more shallow.

Anyway no matter where we are, where we go, G2′s world is all about Star Wars or Lego Star Wars although sometimes it is Transformers so I get to be Breeze, the only female in the lot.  Tonight was Star Wars.  Sometimes I am directed to be Count Dooku or Darth Vader or if I am lucky Obi Wan Kenobe or Luke Skywalker or a host of others I am not sure of.  So first I was Count Dooku engaging battle with the young Anakin.  Sometimes I was Darth Vader so I got to say those famous words, “Luke, I am your father.”  But finally toward the end of the swim I got to be Obi Wan.  As I triggered my light saber to fight G2 stops me and says…’ You are not weak, You are not old.  You are the young Obi Wan.”

I am sure at four and a quarter he has no idea how much those words mean to me.  Sigh…such a nice end to the evening!  And I did not even care the looks the life guard gave me as we exited the pool saying..’Ch..ch…ch..” and I had to explain we were in a Darth Vader elevator..(she had the good grace to smile).

Five Minute Friday; The Gypsy Mama; Good-Bye

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

Want to play Five Minute Friday? It’s easy peasy!

1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt- no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. Meet & encourage someone who linked up before you.

OK, are you ready? Give us your best five minutes on:  GOOD-BYE

There are so many ways to talk about good-bye since there are so many good-byes in life;  people, situations, pets, sanity (at times) and sadly youth.  Since I prefer to look at that which is different my first thought this morning was youth/change or the lack thereof.

People talk about aging gracefully, about vibrancy, about forty being the new thirty and sixty being the new forty.  Yesterday I kept a four year old busy for the day.  Outside.  In a park.  I raced, fought with light sabers (he was Anakin and I was Luke Skywalker).  You are my son he intoned throughout the day.  And occassionally he would warn me that while he was currently Annakin he would soon be going over to the dark side and become Darth Vader.  We slid on slides and swung on swings.  Did I mention we raced? This morning my body feels like it has been hit by a truck of large proportions.

There are many things we say good-bye to as we age.  I worked for many years in Long Term Care so I knew….goodbye to independence in many things.  Good-bye to night driving vision.  Good-bye to leaping like a gazelle (I am sure I did at one time), good-bye to standing up from a seated position and being able to move immediately.  Good-bye gentle thoughts on aging gracefully.  Good-bye to firm young skin and strong limbs.

But mostly, good-bye to changeability or the ability to change with little muss or fuss.

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