The Soccer Ball
I couldn't count the number of times I told them to get their toys off the table, to focus on their breakfasts so they're not late for school.
They grew older, and their toys grew with them. Barbies and action figures became game devices and sports equipment, but they remained a distraction.
Our family of 4 gradually became 3; parents drift apart, as they say. The kids kept growing, and those toys still made their way to the table.
The oldest graduated from high school and started her adventure in college. The youngest and I supported each other as our family felt smaller, more separated. I may have ignored the soccer ball on the table a time or two.
The oldest returned, but not to stay. She was off to begin her adult life, to live on her own. But she left behind some of her things, since not everything could fit in her tiny apartment. I found her bear one day, and set it on the table.
Now my youngest has spread his wings. Our family of 4 reunited for a weekend, and we moved him to his college dormitory in another city. We said our goodbyes, promised each other to call and text, and parted ways.
Now it's the beginning of a new week, the house is cold and empty, and I try to enjoy my morning coffee. The once vibrant home is colorless and sterile. I've brought the soccer ball into the kitchen, and set it on the table.
The Soccer Ball
I couldn't count the number of times I told them to get their toys off the table, to focus on their breakfasts so they're not late for school.
They grew older, and their toys grew with them. Barbies and action figures became game devices and sports equipment, but they remained a distraction.
Our family of 4 gradually became 3; parents drift apart, as they say. The kids kept growing, and those toys still made their way to the table.
The oldest graduated from high school and started her adventure in college. The youngest and I supported each other as our family felt smaller, more separated. I may have ignored the soccer ball on the table a time or two.
The oldest returned, but not to stay. She was off to begin her adult life, to live on her own. But she left behind some of her things, since not everything could fit in her tiny apartment. I found her bear one day, and set it on the table.
Now my youngest has spread his wings. Our family of 4 reunited for a weekend, and we moved him to his college dormitory in another city. We said our goodbyes, promised each other to call and text, and parted ways.
Now it's the beginning of a new week, the house is cold and empty, and I try to enjoy my morning coffee. The once vibrant home is colorless and sterile. I've brought the soccer ball into the kitchen, and set it on the table.