“If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves.” Maria Edgeworth
Please explain to me why it is that none of our grown-up children are particularly interested in being splashed across their mom’s blog for all to see. They will tolerate it to a point, then it’s, “Mom, we didn’t come up here to pose for pictures – now turn off the camera, and let’s go have fun.” Ted puts up with all the photos more than probably most husbands would (after making me promise on my mother’s Bible that I would never post an embarrassing photo of him – or that at least he would get to “approve” it before it was posted). Thank goodness I didn’t have to make any such promise to Bear or Maddie! They blissfully pose doing anything from “precious” to “obnoxious” – and keep coming right on back for more.
Of course, Blake and Jason (I’ll have the same problem with him when he and Blair come next month) have never been into “picture posing” of any sort – even as children. Maybe it’s a guy thing. So, with Blake leaving on Tuesday, here I sit at the laptop on a rainy Sunday afternoon, wondering how to illustrate the first few days of Blake’s visit . . . without many “illustrations”.
That said, here’s a little slice of the week – from several sources (since I was out and about less than usual).
On Thursday Ted worked at the Visitor’s Center, and Blake went exploring alone. I was still a little fatigued from “the bug from Hades” and didn’t feel like I should stray too far from home. Blake has always been able to entertain himself quite easily, and he’s spent his days here alternately biking or hiking the wood trails (his favorite part of “island life”), wandering around downtown, reading on the back porch of the Mackinac Library or on a bench in Marquette Park, working out in the Grand Hotel weight room, and coming back to the condo in time for three squares a day – lovingly prepared by his mom, who stocked up on all his favorites. We’ve had lots of good chats, laughed a lot, and – best of all for me – I can reach out and touch him anytime I feel like it. Both my boys are “huggers”, so there’s been quite a bit of that going on also.
The three of us had plans to ride bikes all afternoon after we returned from church, but the weather didn’t cooperate at all. We rode our bikes down to Little Stone Church and rushed in just as the rain started – followed quickly by hail, which we watched hopscotch across the sidewalk outside the open side door of the sanctuary. The rain had stopped by the time Blake and I started back to the condo (Ted rode into town for a newspaper), and being my usually graceful self, I managed to give Blake an up close view of me falling off my bike when I tried to start off on a steep incline after stopping to rest. It was really quite artsy – I was dressed in nice black slacks and a pretty black and tan blouse. I was wearing my bad hair day hat. Over I went, touching down on head and elbow, with one leg in the air – hat and purse and camera flying off into the street. You know the street, right? The one that was just hit with an inch of rain and NO POOP SCOOPERS for the last hour. It was charming.
And it’s basically done that all afternoon. Black cloud, downpour, sunshine.
Tonight I cooked every Southern man’s dream dinner: country-fried steak and gravy, rice, biscuits, and black-eyed peas with spring onions. Ted and Blake made a huge dent in all of that and decided to finish it off with some cane syrup on the biscuits – yes, that’s CANE syrup – made with sugar cane and so sweet neither of them will need anything sugary for another week. I can remember my granddaddy Sumner had a mule that would walk round and round a sugar cane grinder (I was probably 3 or 4 years old when I watched this). They’d take that cane juice and make it into syrup – or just bottle it up and drink it. Oh my gosh, it was good . . . how’d I get off on that!
I’ve called the Stuart House Museum and begged off working tomorrow. I just don’t seem to have spent nearly enough time with Blake yet, and he’s on an early afternoon flight Tuesday.
How quickly the time is flying, and I think that’s why the quote at the beginning of this post spoke to me. If we can take care of all our moments together – no matter how few they are, no matter how far apart they are spread – if we can just make sure each of these moments is as special as it can be – the years will take care of themselves.
So as soon as I sign off here, I’ll jump in my jammies, run the pups to the other end of the couch, and see what the guys are going to watch till bedtime. I’m a very happy mom tonight – just taking care of a few moments.