Water, in the Form of Puddles

In the past 2 months or so, Silly Bean has been absolutely loving water play, whether it's splashing in the tub during bathtime, washing his hands, watering plants on our deck, playing with sensory water beads, dumping water out of his cup onto the floor/table/sofa, feeding his stuffed bears some water, or stomping in puddles. Can't wait til Memorial Day when the pool here opens! It's been amazing to me to see how easily Silly Bean delights and finds joy in such simple things, and I think if you're like me, you're thinking that you can take a beat from that. 

 

I felt inspired to write a poem about what for some reason felt like an important moment, so here it is to share with y'all! Hope you enjoy it!

"Hoping for Puddles (Rainboots)"

4/11/2019

“What shoes do you want to wear to Target?”

Looking at the shoe rack

pointing at each pair,

naming each color.

Then, a big smile:

“Boots!”

Outside, cloudy but not overcast—

“Are you sure?”

“Puddle!”

So much hope brimming in his eyes

so on the boots go

and off we go.

List in his hand as we walk down the aisles

swinging his legs,

hoping for puddles.

Items in the cart, checklist checked

waiting on line, reading numbers on the lanes.

Items scanned and paid, bags in the cart

then we walk toward the windowed doors

and what we hear is 

water drumming on the pavement

and shoppers complaining

about ruining their hair 

or their shoes,

how they forgot their umbrellas

and when is the rain going to stop.

I look over at him in the cart—

huge smile, eyes exclaiming:

“Puddles!”

We run to the car and drive quickly home

and even though it’s time to sleep

we look for the biggest puddle

and stomp stomp stomp.

Hopes do come true!

What he thinks is

how the puddles were made just for him

and what I think is

good thing he wore his boots.