Summer Breeze!

I was flying down the highway here in NC, doing 45 mph(that is fast down here) Freedom from sound and silly laughing voices, makes me a little melancholic for the days when my entire being was consumed with the infantile thoughts of my younguns. I do miss it. Now that they are all grown or trying to act grown. The last months of my 6 year old are melting into oblivion. My dreams of writing the when we were six for my Christopher Robin sons is now a real missed opportunity. I have slips of poems and funny thoughts around the house to dart the efforts. I have AA Milne's book laying around assisting my mental motivation and 7 is running up on me like a prowler.
I will get to compile the thoughts for my precious boys. I do admire AA Milne and EB White and CS Lewis for condescending their thoughts to the miniscule, for our entertainment.
I gave my Ezra a job to do. I told him, in my thought it was a clear command. "Go outside and pull the weeds out of my garden. I only have a 2'x2' Okra and Eggplant patch. He said "no!" and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Self control not to knock him down. I controlled myself and said Sweetiepie, You will do what Mommy said, right now. He slowly understood my eye glare and quickly got his sneakers on. "There is too much grass in the yard to pull it all out." He, thought I was telling him to pull the grass out of the front yard, for some reason. These generation communication gaps happen all of the time now. They didn't happen as often when I was a 30 year old mother or a 35 year old mother, but now that I am "pushing 50", It happens every day. When we were 6 helps me remember that I am no longer 6, or 16 or 26 or 36 or...well, you know. I will finish it and I will figure out how to communicate with my children, even the "baby". Thank God for numerous "translators".