When I first heard the news about Boston yesterday, my kids were in the middle of playing.
We need some string.
What?
The red string. Where is it?
I made a half-hearted attempt to find the string and then told them I was busy, couldn’t find it, they would have to figure it out somehow.
My eight-year-old, very sweetly: It’s okay, Mommy. We’ll find a way. Don’t worry.
And they left.
Boston holds a special place in my heart. It’s my husband’s hometown and the place we lived when we first met. I fell back into iPad world, checking to make sure friends and family were okay, writing people I knew might’ve been near the blasts. I couldn’t do anything else for what seemed like a long time.
Awhile later I went downstairs to find this scene in the back yard, kids happily occupied. Sigh. What a welcome relief from sad news, and how nice to see they “made it work” with one of our favorite toys. More about the Schneckenband (literally snail-band—–the thing holding up the bucket) here.
We ate scrambled eggs for supper at the campsite. It was a happy distraction.
I hope you and your loved ones are well. My heart and my prayers go out to the city of Boston. I miss you always, but especially now.
Emily Smith Pearce 