I took my twin nephews Connor and Wesson to play laser tag, video games and bumper boats this past weekend. Midway through the day I asked if they had a way to speak each other, different from the way "normal" people talk. "Like in our minds?" one asked. "Yes," I said, hoping they would say something resembling telepathy. "Auntie Jaclynn," one said looking at me earnestly in the eye, "That is IMPOSSIBLE!"
I have to admit I felt a little silly for asking the question, but a girl's gotta try.
Throughout the day I joyfully watched them disagree. "Yes it is." "No it isn't." "Yes it is." "No it isn't." "You're confused." "You are." "YES, IT IS!" "NO, IT ISN'T!" Curious at to who was right I did an internet search on what they were arguing over. Turns out they were both right - or wrong, depending on which way you look at it.
I'm not around kids very often so observing their interaction was quite hypnotizing. At one point I said to one of them (forgive me for not remembering which), "You two are around each other all the time. You get along really well." To that, I got this response, "We don't get along all the time, Auntie Jaclynn. But we'll always be friends. We're bwothers!" Note: the r is replaced by w to ensure his words are not taken out of context. The certainty to which he said them have provided an internal smile that has yet to disappear.
Another uplifting aspect developing are little signs winter won't be here forever.
Two months ago I planted it clove after clove. Only inches apart, I pressed them one after the other firmly into the earth and blanketed them with wet and mushy leaves that had fallen from nearby apple trees. That was several months ago and at the time a maternal worry was present as I planted - how will they ever make it? To soothe myself I imagined them warm and cozy anyway, and these words came to mind - To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.
Ahhh. George Michael is singing over a speaker at the coffee shop I am at. Bump. Bump, bump. "Well I need someone to hold me but I'll wait for something more. Cause I've gotta have faith. I've got to have faith. Because I've got to have faith, faith, faith."
I don't know how to explain this invisible force but whatever it is I am sure thankful it comes at just the right time. For now I'll say thank you to the boys, thank you to the garlic, and thank you George Michael - for restoring my faith.