A few weeks ago I was the parent in charge of the playground.
“Mama, we have to have someone watch us to play outside. Can you watch us?”
I looked up from my book and smiled at my son.
“Sure.”
We left the room full of band students with their assorted books, recorders, drumsticks and woodwinds and headed out back to the lawn. After the noisy din of the practice room it was wonderfully quiet outside. The wind was blowing and Autumn’s chill made me wish I had brought a heavier jacket. I pulled my hands up into my sweater sleeves and went back to my book.
Then the boys started to play. The sounds were so sweet and typical and a little poem formed in my mind, which I will share with you today. Just a simple reminder to stop and listen to the fun being had around us and, maybe, to join in!
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