Monday, April 30, 2012

these days




I sat on the beach and watched them play baseball with a piece of driftwood and a purple plastic bouncy ball we brought with us, and came close to tears. I don't know what they'd do without each other.

A week or so ago, they moved into separate rooms. I worried about a number of things. A loss of connection between them. Lessened understanding. Isolation. Yet it has been just what they need. At times there are closed doors. There is always a reconnection. This morning I found Cal wrapped only in a blanket, lying on the floor of Abbott's room, talking softly to him. I'm sure they'll always have each other.

The friends we had over last night are moving in two short months, all the way across the country, back to where they came from. Although we've known the move was inevitable since we met them nine and a half years ago, its approach is devastating. Their son is Abbott's oldest friend.

As I tucked Abbott in tonight I saw through the window the house of the neighbor they spent the afternoon with. I am so glad they have him. And all felt right with the world.

7 comments:

Emma said...

Your writing about your boys always makes me feel nostalgic about my own childhood - today I thought of sleeping overnight on the floor of friends' rooms when I was a kid and staying up til all hours talking.

Lovely.

Emily Vanessa said...

Wow, it'a all new here and I love the design! Your words and photos always fill me with a sense of contentment yet also a sadness that these wonderful moments are already in the past. The shot with the sea expresses it all. It's so sad when those we care most about move away and as someone preparing to leave my friends and adopted city next month I can relate to it perfectly.

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Beautiful observations, Lecia. You have me thinking of the little girl years with my sister, when we lived beneath the same roof, and the years we shared a room.

Lecia said...

Thank you, friends, for your reflections and your thoughtful comments.

KPiep said...

The irony is that I've been threatening to make my girls share a room if they don't stop bickering. (It has settled down considerably since the threat was made.) I wonder if it would have been different had we made them share when they were younger....but then we are also a family of people who need lots of personal space.

I"m sorry to hear about your friends moving. I know how tough that can be.

Francesca said...

My 3 kids share a room, and I wish they could have separate ones. I remember sharing a room with my 2 sisters, and yearning for my own space!

Vida Bombek said...

My three boys share the rooms. Sometimes I wish the hadn't. Especially when they wake eachother up or when the older one is allowed to read because he doesn't need so much sleep anymore and the younger wants to stay late too (so sleepy as he is).