Time To Remember

There is so much that I forget to do. She is the last one. The final child. The others are older and I find myself doing all the 'older' things with her tagging along. I forget to remember. To do all those things I did with the others when they were this age.

Most of the time, she is the one who prompts me. "Will you draw chalk with me outside?" I stare at her and realize that this was a normal activity with the other two. It was just something we always did, no prompting needed. But now I need reminding to sit down on the ground and draw with chalk.


We trace her body with pink. She laughs and talks incessantly while we draw and color. Time slows when I do 8 year old things with her. Simple joy surrounds the edges of it. And in that time, I'm grateful to remember. To sit and look and listen and draw.