Yesterday afternoon I sat on the steps of the pool with Pete in my lap and the hot sun on my back. Jenny scampered nearby - up and down the steps, but never too deep.
The pool wasn't very crowded and wasn't very noisy. It was rather peaceful.
Fritz and Billy were playing on a round float that looked like a tree stump. Katie wanted on, so Fritz boosted her up. There was barely room for the three of them, and Katie was on the outside edge. Fritz was rocking the float, and Katie was a bit scared of falling off. Without my prompting, the kids did their own problem solving and put Katie in the middle. Now, with both boys on the sides, they had the float rocking up and down with Katie gleefully clinging for dear life!
I sat and watched them play. The float was bobbing and spinning on the water. There they turned toward me: my three older children lying on their stomachs in a tight row with grins lighting their faces. A perfect picture of the happiness of childhood. A perfect picture of the joy of motherhood.
This image, this memory, this moment: please, God, help me perserve it in my mind and in my children's minds. Let us all remember this slice of heaven on earth, this half-breath of peace and harmony, this time of joy and contentment.