Leaning there against the beach house was the most beautifully carved stick – with the bark carefully carved off in stripes, the ends whittled into perfect points. There waiting just for ME – the proverbial Y!
While boys ran off playing here and there in the sand making friends, I sat on my towel thinking of the letter Y.
A hodgepodge of thoughts on the letter Y…
Y as in YES. I should try to say “YES” more often! My days are overly fraught with no, NO and *@%# NOOOOO!
For instance… YES you can bang my computer with a hammer, YES you can chase the chickens wielding a giant stick, YES you can have ice cream every day, and YES you can stay up till midnight blowing that shrill whistle in my face.
The word WHY, spoken as Y. Have I mentioned that I have two four year olds? The word Y blasts through my ears with the pitch and frequency of a smoke detector in need of new batteries.
And lastly Y chromosome. The wonder of nature that makes these beings that are male, that are boys, testosterone filled all the way up to their sweet little eyeballs. That Y energy, flowing through their bodies with such force that I would not blink if they raced to the moon and back before lunch. Yelling the entire way, “No,I’m first!”.
And of course there would be a herd of mothers following behind yelling “GENTLE”.
I traced their hands on the back and wrote the date.
I drilled a hole in the tree trunk and made a little blue bird in a nest out of paper clay to make it just a little more fun. I have a feeling the little bird will be plucked from its nest pretty quick despite the turbo glue I used to set in there but I couldn’t resist! Still working on those sweaters!Tags: For Kids, Life in New England, life with boys