The day after Easter

The cherry blossoms started falling off the tree today, too soon I was thinking. So sad to see them falling with each wind gust. I wanted to enjoy them longer. The tree just bloomed last week. Then Little S ran outside all excited and said "it's like snow mom!" and he laughed and waved his arms in them. "Look Charlotte, it's snowing!" and he went down the slide covered in petals and said "bring Charlotte out in the snow mom!"

and I could see that weird moment

illuminated as---

my children

seeing time

as having no essence



I know that one day they won't see it that way. They won't be able to enjoy the moment because they'll be so wrapped up in the next moment. I'm going to stop pushing them so hard to be bigger and stronger and better. I'm going to let them enjoy themselves and be children for as long as possible.

who cares about an eighteen month old not walking yet or how a four year old can only count to three and then skips to six seven eight?

I'm going to try not to care about these things so much.

And that's where I was today when I stopped to watch the cherry blossoms fall.

Outside,

thinking

about letting go.