We won’t be able to do this much longer.
Soon it will be too dark, too cold, too snowy to play outside after school. Autumn is knocking on our door, offering us pumpkin spice lattes and comfy sweatshirts. We are doing our best to ignore her knock, but soon enough she will barge her way into our lives. Our snow plow sits in a dusty corner of the garage, buried beneath the toys of summer. But I see him giving us a sideways glance as we walk through the garage. He smirks at our sandals and shorts, knowing he will soon have his day.
No, we don’t have much longer.
Today we came home from a long day of work and school, but we didn’t collapse onto the couch and turn on the TV. I am tired and the girls are hungry, and it would be so easy to just call it quits. But this isn’t my first time around the sun, and I know we are on borrowed time. So, we grabbed a snack and our smiles and found the energy to go outside.
We knock on the neighbor’s door to see if their little friend can come out to play. The girls run and swing and slide and climb. I sit here in this patio chair while the wind blows and the sun shines. I hear them playing – make believe, as always. I overhear them pretending to be teachers today. No, wait, now they are being a mommy and her “honey”. Their imaginations fill me with such happiness. I wish I could bottle up their care-free play and give it to the downtrodden.
We won’t be able to do this much longer, I know. Autumn will come and then dreaded winter will arrive. Again and again, the seasons will change. My girls will grow older and maybe, just maybe, they will stop imagining and playing in this realm of make-believe. The seasons will change and, someday, they might find a reason to stop believing, to stop laughing the way they are laughing right now. No, we don’t have much time. So I type and I watch and I listen… and I feel grateful we took the time to play today.