TruMama

This post is inspired by the book, Tough Boris, by Mem Fox.

There was a little boy named Tru Rivers Brown.

He was tiny.

All little boys are tiny.

He was scary.

All little boys are scary.

He was messy.

All little boys are messy.

He was silly.

All little boys are silly.

He took naps.

All little boys take naps.

He was a dare devil.

All little boys are dare devils.

He loved his dogs.

All little boys love their dogs.

He got dirty.

All little boys get dirty.

He was a helper.

All little boys are helpers.

He grew and grew and grew. And one day he got big.

But he was still mama’s little boy.

He will always be mama’s little boy.

I love you too much!

The beauty of being a kid…wonder is everywhere. Excitement is found wherever you are. Surprise abounds. I’ve lived in this house for 13 years and only in the past 3 years have I ventured into the back yard. Because of you, Tru, it’s now our playground. You beckon me in and I follow. I follow you into this imaginary world. An imaginary world where anything is possible.

Where we hide from enemies in our base. Weapons ready, we attack.

Where Lilu is no longer your dog, but an outer space invader that has landed on our planet. We must capture her. We must protect the people. (Although, sometimes she is a rescue bot helping us fight the monsters. She goes along with whatever. She doesn’t much care, as long as she’s included.)

“Mama, look! I can’t believe I’m walking in a tree!”

Where spaces between trees are not spaces between trees at all, but secret passages. And no one can see us.

Where we jump and jump and jump and try to touch the sky.

Or ride Lilu. She’s such a good sport.

Where you are the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Where the trampoline is our spaceship and if we jump off, we land on another planet.

Where grass is amazing and fascinating.

I never knew our backyard was so full of fun. Thanks for the adventure, Tru!

I love you too much!