As Life Comes to Greet Them
She has taken to doing cartwheels these days. A lot of them. In rapid succession. Sometimes down an entire block. Without prior notice or the slightest attention to the presence of someone next to her or heading directly towards her. Oblivious to all but this. Enthralled with her new find.
He has this little motorized car in which he has demonstrated he is definitely a far better driver than I. Or his mother. Yesterday, he set a course in his backyard with a roll of paper towels, flawlessly following the meandering path he had established. Of undeniable note is his mastery of the K-turn.
At the moment, I am visualizing her at a future Olympics, having completed her floor exercise, waving to the crowd as they cheer wildly and the perfect score of 10 announces her coronation. Meanwhile, her brother will then be equally busy establishing track records on speedways across the land.
Next week there will likely be a new dream. Maybe the cartwheels will be forgotten and her artwork will be what lights up the night sky. And tomorrow he might tire of going in circles and his ability to do jigsaw puzzles in rapid order will lead directly to his unlocking the mysteries of the universe.
As they find the magic in traveling down the street or outside the house in manners unusual and extraordinary. As they discover their talents, their capacities, their passions. As they become what they intend. And then become something else.
As life comes to greet them.
As they accept its offerings.