Soundtrack
My boys are noisy.
They sing, they hum, they tap.
They narrate the unfolding saga of the day
Involving firetrucks and Lego blocks,
Castles, cartoon characters,
Silly putty, super heroes, Dr. Suess.
Scientific experiments with illogical, questionable results.
I eavesdrop from the other room and smile in amazement
At the complicated stories
That bring their toys to life.
Though it’s naptime lunchtime bathtime
I hold back appearing at the door.
My detected presence interrupts the soundtrack,
Grinds it to a halt.
I wait a moment longer
Hoping he will come to me
For a drink, a hug, or a shoelace that need tying.
A brief pause for maintenance from mom.
This joyous noise ends all too soon without my help.
So I let it play on undisturbed,
Grateful that I retain the key
To enter into his world.
They grow up so fast. Yes, yes they do. Almost before your eyes. I learned early on to let those magical moments of childhood play out even if it meant some scheduled necessary thing was delayed. Because they grow up so fast.
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