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  • A little listless boy became restless on the playground today. He paused for a moment from his pointless wandering around to gather the shade of the tall Red maple that I was standing under, monitoring and observing the other children on the playground. He said “Hello’ and offered to tell me his most favorite gift he ever received since being a kid.

    He said it was a race track that you could race two cars together around a black plastic track. There were stickers that he spent a long time placing in the just right place. He received the gift for his birthday from his parents.

    The wind blew the leaves in the tree above and moved our hair across our foreheads almost simultaneously.

    He continued on, saying the gift had been broken, the nondescript kind of broken; like a shooting star, these toys sail across a birthday and then quickly break or fail to hold interest. Perceived by parents to be a Bright Burst, then a Quick Fade.

    His dad gathered the pieces and told his son he would repair the toy.
    The toy has sat in its packaging box for what I can discern to be over six months.

    This 6 year old boy said , “..but my dad is magical, he can fix anything”…he twisted his hair around his fingers, with eyes that wouldn’t settle, finally adding “I really know my dad has some magic left in him.”

    I thought of my own life as a mother. The innumerable ways I have disappointed my children; not because I love them less or try any less to do right by them, but Life, oh the life of it all, this unpredictable life.

    As they grow, the tenuous dethroning process is happening in they eyes of my children. I will fail and I will fail for only one reason: because I am human.
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