A Major Pleasure

Homemade sandboxes dug through with flimsy shovels. I look outside. They play under shade from the neighbor’s tree.

Time crawls, an inch worm on the sidewalk. Searching multiple “Calendar of Free Events”, I plan.

Soft hands and hair, they eat sandwiches, chips and fruit slices.

We head to the bus stop. Air conditioned, nanny’s with charges in jogging strollers, crowd the library’s event room. The clown showing, step-by-step, how she gets into costume, delights.

Alone. No handholds of help. Crockpot cuisine serves. Evening walk, bath and then finally bedtime songs, stories, hugs.  

Solitude aches. Still, Motherhood. One of life’s pleasures.        

Pleasure

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