First…Rides (Living vs. Machine)

Posted by Kim on Monday Jun 3, 2013 Under First

Horseback riding…


Headed to the stables.


Fitted with a helmet and ready to go.


That’s as far as we got. They brought the horses out and it was a bit intimidating. First, I mounted mine (using steps) and my feet could barely reach the stirrups. I was told to practice walking around. I admit, I was nervous. Next, you mounted yours and sat and waited. Then, daddy mounted his and it was down hill from there. The moment he sat up, his horse acted funny. We all watched as the horse kept digging in the dirt. Pawing at the ground. Shaking his head around. When daddy pulled the reigns, the horse wanted him off. He reared up. Daddy got him down. He tried walking him, but as soon as he got near my horse, he bucked up again and startled my horse and caused him to rear up. You silently watched. You silently thought. You silently cried. For a 4 year old, you have a keen sense of perception and you’re a deep thinker, internalizing situations. While the horse lady said no big deal, just wait a minute and try a different horse. You knew the ride was over. I looked over at you and asked how you liked being up there. You politely nodded your head. Although I couldn’t see your tears, I saw the look on your face. Seeing the power of these creatures we were sitting on. Seeing your parents completely out of control and at their mercy was more than you were willing to risk. While other kids would have cried to not get to go for the ride they so wanted…you put things in perspective. Off we hopped. Into daddy’s shoulder you buried your head. In the car we got. Down the road we went. Finally you said, “I never want to ride a horse again. Only the toy kind.”

Later the next day…

Jet skiing

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You found your match.

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And your own island!!



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My Kite

Posted by Kim on Saturday Jun 1, 2013 Under Photoetry

Lately my days are full of realizations. I am a witness to the entire world opening and changing before you. I quietly watch as you discover the smallest things that bring the greatest excitement, like a roly-poly under a rock, a new bloom on a plant, or which way is right and which way is left. All of these things are huge in your eyes. As much as the world is exploding wide open for you, it is for me too.  You are my new eyes. I see the world through you. There is such wonder and it’s clearer and brighter than ever before. A new lens that makes me young. Makes me see things I would never have seen otherwise. Makes me appreciate the life I so absently overlook as I walk around in my adult world, doing important adult things, and thinking all my smart adult thoughts. You are refreshing and young and constantly remind me to look and live with purity and happiness and love. To see what’s really important and to not take things so seriously, but rather learn and grow and be ever changing. I have come to realize that the “you” in this relationship is so much more important than the “me.” That as much as I think you need me, I need you a thousand times more. That as much as I think you are learning from me, you are truly the one teaching. That as much fun can be crammed into your days, you, my boy, bring all the joy into mine. And as sad as I am to see you growing into an individual and becoming so completely independent of me, I’m utterly blown away with pride and over flowing with this love that is seamless and boundless. You are my kite.

“I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you’re both breathless…they crash…you add a longer tail…they hit the rooftop…you pluck them out the spout. You patch and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they’ll fly. Finally, they are airborne, but they need more string and you keep letting it out. With each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with the joy because the kite becomes more distant, and somehow you know that it won’t be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that bound you together and soar as it was meant to soar…free and alone. Only then do you know that you did your job.”  -Erma Bombeck

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I love you too much!


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