A recent post I wrote for Sunflower Creative Arts’ blog. Not about play, really. But definitely about discovery. It’s certainly the truest thing I’ve written in a long time.
Read the full post here: Just part of life
Last month Sierra told me she wanted to visit a “graveyard.”
My first thought was ‘she’s been watching too much Scooby-Doo.’ I said, “sure we can do that,” but visiting a cemetery is never going to be at the top of my to-do list. So I put it off.
But then she asked me again. And again.
Then she told me she really needed to go see it, so she could compare it to a dream she’d had. Her dream had involved skeletons and zombies, but I sensed there was something bigger going on.
“Okay,” I said. “We’ll go.”
“Yay!” She looked at me pointedly, “Don’t forget, mommy. Pinkie promise.”
We linked our pinkie fingers together. Then she added, sort of as an afterthought. “Can we go to a graveyard where we can read Grandaddy’s name on a stone?”
Two years ago, at Christmastime, Sierra’s great-grandfather (my Grandaddy) died…
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