I took their little hands in mine and dug roads with matchbox cars, helped carry his small bucket of water, pushed her swing so high, showed them pretty leaves, drove them downtown, walked to the thriftstore in the sun and watched them toddle straight to the toys. They just knew it was going to be a fun day with mama, and their trust humbles me. I read books, listened to their conversations, handed out mayonnaise with cheese sandwiches (his favorite), snuggled, and watched them play through the windows of the dollhouse.
I feel that I’m watching their sweet childhood through a window, too, my heart longing for that simple magical place that belongs only to them, ever thankful that I’m close enough to watch and savor it, and them, with so much joy. Childhood only lasts a brief moment in time, but the memories of it last forever.