A Pocket Full of Posies


My husband and I found ourselves restless and antsy over the weekend. We scoured the paper for something special to take our daughter to see. The only festival that specifically advertised children’s activities was the Town of Beliot Festival on the Rock. Unfortunately our nap schedule caused us to miss the Rock Aqua Jays’ ski team performance, which is the one thing that really would have delighted both us and our daughter. She did however get a balloon and a tattoo, but Mom and Dad were still antsy.

So we went to Culvers in Beliot and had some ice cream. Then we remembered we needed a new step stool for our daughter’s bathroom, so we decided to try the Target in Loves Park (for variety, not that all Target’s aren’t the same). Since we were so close to Grandma and Papa’s at that point, we gave them a call and arranged to come to their house and have dinner with them when they got back from church. Still antsy and a little restless, we invaded their house.

Grandma and Papa returned from church, and we ordered Giuseppe’s Pizza (my favorite) for dinner, and slowly our restlessness began to disappear. Grandma and Papa not only worked their magic on our daughter; they worked it on us as well. We ate dinner and talked about all sorts of things and nothing in particular. We sang songs, or rather our daughter did, well actually Pooh Bear did the singing, and he did a terrific job. Our daughter led us outside for several games of hide-n-seek, Grandma chase me, and then she then she arranged us in a circle, all holding hands for a game of Ring-Around-the-Rosy.

When we “all fell down”, I realized that I had managed to fall into bliss, finally. After a weekend of insomnia, of scouring the internet and the newspaper for things to do, after driving around from town to town to store to store, all I had really needed was join hands with family and fall into the soft grass.

So often we find ourselves restless and antsy, wanting something, not sure what it is we want. We try to find things—the latest electronic gadget or the biggest TV or activities, filling our calendar from dark until dawn, rushing from one thing to the next, but still we are restless and antsy, looking for that magic something that will settle our spirit.

Then suddenly I realize that the thing that makes my spirits soar is the innocent solo voce of a toddler in the back seat of a car singing “Twinkle, Twinkle” to the Little Star she has spied through the moon roof on the drive home from Grandma and Papa’s. My breathing slows and I smile, silently making my own wish of “thank you” to the “star light, star bright, first star I see tonight” as my daughter wraps up her vocal solo in the back seat.

I think about Floppy Dog and my husband who sits beside me and holds my hand and the circle of family in the backyard going round and round and falling down together in love and laughter. I’m not restless and antsy anymore. I have a rich and wonderful life. I just need to stop, open my eyes, take a deep breath and inhale the aroma emanating from the posies in my pocket.

© 2009 Michele Arduengo. All rights reserved.

5 thoughts on “A Pocket Full of Posies

  1. Beautiful post. I’ve often wondered why I resist the very thing I need, trying to do everything else instead. Often when I follow my kids’ lead, I find that moment you described. Those are great times!
    Anna

  2. The circle of life, of family and friends, is so important to our sense of well-being, isn’t it? Lovely vignette–thanks for sharing with us.

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