Just Write {115}

December 17, 2013

Its leaves were an orange I’ve never seen, changing late for autumn. Procrastinator. It was gorgeous, this orange from the tippy top to about halfway down the tree. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that not one leaf had changed on the other side of the three. Sneaky. If a person didn’t think to look, they’d never know, coming from the other way.

The boys were quiet, on this drive to school. That pretty much never happens. But they loved the song on the radio and listened intently to lyrics.

Lyrics being lyrical and all, have a tendency to confuse these young boys. Everything is still so literal to them. Poetic rhymes and illogical metaphors just make no sense to them at all. Sometimes I wish it were that simple for me, to just take the orange side as the only one. Never wandering around in curiosity, making sense of things until I think I know all about them. Oh look, NOT orange on the other side, what does that mean? How does that happen?

So they ask questions now, as they grow up and into a comprehension of “Not literally, they don’t mean it exactly like they say it.”

Well then why are they saying it, Mommy? 

I think because it helps us understand how they’re feeling, more than we could if they just said “I’m sad”. Or maybe picturing it that way helps us to make sense of it any way we choose. It’s art, it’s ours. You know how you can look at a painting and think it’s a painting of something other than what I see? Or in the clouds? How you see different things than I do? Songs are like that. We get to hear what our hearts hear. Music is tricky like that, in a good way. 

I say that, or something like it. They take it in and mull it over and try to get it, and I don’t know if they do but they will one day.

They’ll look in the rear view mirror all the time, like me. To see all of everything for them and try to know it, but the questions will still come.

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This is the 115th installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. {Please see the details here.} I would love to read your freely written words so join me and link up below. You can add the URL of your post at any time. Just be sure it’s a link to your Just Write post, not to your main page, and please don’t link to posts that are not freely written in the spirit of capturing moments–you know, don’t link to how-to posts, lists or sponsored posts. Also, please link back to this post in yours so people know where to go if they’d like to join in.

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erin margolin December 17, 2013 at 8:47 am

I wrote for this week. it’s raw and scary and awful. and i’m sure my husband may ask me later to take it down. but it’s not about HIM. so i’m going to leave it.

xoxox
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