After the sun, after the water, after the splashes and squeals and kicks...
He is ready to lay still in the evening shade for one, precious moment. The water was cool but the air is warm. A soft cloth against damp goosebumps.
But this boy -- this tiny, quiet, beautiful boy -- will not be still for long.
He flips and rolls, discovering the prickles of grass, a fallen leaf, an expanse of lawn...
and he is off. On his own. For the very first time and for the millionth time, it just keeps happening. Children were born to crawl away.
And mothers were born to watch them go. We hold our arms limp at our sides, waiting for our embodied hearts -- those children who fill us up -- to turn back, just for a piece of a moment, from their onward adventures. To need us again.
Tuesdays Around the World is hosted by Communal Global -- go visit to take a quick globe-trot and make some new friends!
Also linking with Heather's Just Write -- another place to make new friends and share yourself with words.