Slice of Life: Owen and Meera Sitting In a Tree…

Years ago when we first started blogging we would sometimes post a “slice of life” post – just a fragment of a moment somehow captured by our camera or our memory that we wanted to preserve for whatever reason. We haven’t posted a “slice of life” post for a long while, but here is one for the scrapbook:

{Preface: Let me just say up front that this post is not going to win me any parenting awards, that’s for sure. I can already see it coming— the slew of comments and emails I’ll receive telling me what a horribly neglectful and irresponsible mother I am for letting my kids climb trees without helmets on, letting my six year olds carry my barefoot toddler up into a tree, letting them play outside without my constant and direct hovering helicoptering ever-present monitoring of every single thing that they are doing, etc., etc., etc. —but ah heck! what the heck!!?!—I’m going to go ahead and throw all caution to the wind because more important than how much I’ll probably be lambasted for this post is the fact that I never want to forget these crazy crazy days of life with my three crazy bambinos. Seriously people, these are some crazy little kids I’ve got on my hands here!}

The other day I was in the kitchen folding laundry and the kids were playing outside. When Kyle came running into the house yelling, “Mom! Mom! You’ve GOT to come SEE THIS!” my heart skipped a beat (I have learned from experience to be nervous – very nervous – about what I’m going to find in such situations). He grabbed my hand and yanked at my arm pulling me to the dining room window. And right there, right outside the window, were Owen and Meera sitting in a tree. Kyle promptly left me there and sprinted back outside where he dramatically demonstrated how he had helped them get up there. I ran and grabbed my camera and snapped one single photo through the window glass before telling them to get the heck down from there before somebody gets hurt. Meera then proceeded to scream to me, at the top of her lungs, “Don’t worry Mama! I allllright! I safe ‘wid my big ‘bodthers and I like ‘dis tree!” And then—no kidding—she planted a huge kiss right on Owen’s lips. Which he gladly accepted with a huge grin. I giggled to myself through the rest of my laundry folding in the kitchen because all I could think of was “Owen and Meera sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” The three of them don’t even know that old ditty, but the whole scene gave me quite a chuckle. A little slice of life from the here and now in Never-A-Dull-Moment-Land.