Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Absence and Fondness

Hello, stranger. It has been a while. Don't you look incredibly striking today!

So many adventures, so little time to write. (That is Mr. I. M. Vainrooster from Klein Farms, our favorite dairy.) I do wonder how long a blog can languish before no on reads it any longer. Like the proverbial tree falling in the woods......Helloooo? Anybody reading this but me, myself and I? Life has been rolling by, much of it experienced out of doors. In the street...

in the river...

by the lake...

It is rare for the little bear to take a nap these days and there are times when he seems ages older than 4-1/2. It is unnerving sometimes to think he is only a pre-schooler. It will be another year yet before he goes to Kindergarden--he'll be one of the eldest in his class.

Yet as often as he shocks and thrills me with his wise insight and mature vocabulary, he is still such a young child. Half-way between baby and boy. Anyone who has been patient enough to have read my blog for long, will certainly remember that my little Peter Pan has struggled with that "in between" for a while now. Balancing the raw needs of the still new and still wild creature with the blossoming emotional sagacity and independent intelligence of a developing human unfurling himself.

What curiousities, wonders, treasures are nestled inside this little man? Sharp edges and sparkley bits, soft-as-down tenderness and sticky gooeyness, stinky cheese and sweet-as-strawberry jam....

...all the gorgeous, terrifying and exhilerating things that boys are made of.

What have you been pondering on these days?

8 comments:

Susan said...

I'm here! But my current pondering isn't nearly as deep, interesting, or colorful as yours. I'm observing the fact that I, who rarely kill anything other than ticks and mosquitoes, annihilated a moth this morning because it landed on my face three times at 4:30 a.m.

Amanda said...

It was 4:30 a.m. That is enough of a reason I'd say! I had the distinct displeasure of putting a baby bunny out of its misery yesterday afternoon when my dog caught him in the garden and broke his back. First time I've ever had to do something like that. It sucked.

Susan said...

Oh, I'll bet. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I had to do it once for a bird that collided with my car and was left beakless. :-(

Bernadette said...

I love your blog! Always worth the wait...

Redbeet Mama said...

Very, very, very cool.

Bending Birches said...

hellooo0o0o0o I see you, miss amanda:)
...in all your glorious and beautiful ponderings...xoxoxoxo

DJ said...

Boys are wonderful, magical creatures! Enjoy every phase of being Mama. One day your wonderful creature will be all grown up with a scratchy beard as is mine. And guess what? He's still a wonderful, magical creature who still gives me hugs and kisses. To paraphrase Garrison Keillor "For a writer nothing is wasted--its all material". The older you get, the more material you have stored up. Then you wonder which stories may get told now and which ones will just have to wait til certain people pass on to their reward. ;-) (Damn.)

The Awakened Heart said...

Absence through joyful, curious living? Well that's all good in my world. Make the most of it.
I have a little boy now in addition to my Beanie girl, so I am looking forward to seeing what these next few years will bring, certainly they have been interesting and challenging with the wee girl!