- Write about a loss
- It does not need to be depressing
- reflecting on the experience
- What it means to me
- How it felt
- Why it happened
- What changed because of it
Now here is the twist…. This post must be wrote in a 3-post series.
HAS ANYONE SEEN MY RINGS?
The day my rings went missing.
I was standing at my kitchen sink, peering out the window while doing dishes, the morning sun was reflecting off the water on the pool and I remember thinking that it was going to be another beautiful hot summer day. Today is going to be one of those days were I spend my entire afternoon supervising my kids and the neighbourhood kids in our pool.
Along with the neighbourhood kids, came the neighbourhood moms…
- If you want to swim in the pool you have to have a parent with you
- I can only be responsible for my own kids
- You have to follow MY pool rules, as it is MY pool
- When I say, “it’s time to get out of the pool” that means, get out of the pool!
- Neighbourhood kids can only be in the pool from noon till 4pm
Needless to say, I didn’t get a whole lot done during those beautiful hot summer days. Many of the summers in those years, we would have our youngest family members come and stay while they were on their school summer vacation. They were much older than my kids and in a lot of ways I surely appreciated their help and their company. We have developed great relationships with those kids, because of those hot summer days…
NEXT MONDAY, WE’LL GET TO MEET THE NEIGHBOURHOOD KIDS AND THEIR MOMS!!!