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  • Splash! One… Two…. Three…. The girls jump into the pool in splattering laughter connecting in joy like only children can. I watch, standing from the French door that leads to our patio. Oh… how I just love to see them like that… without a worry on their minds…. pure innocence at play.

    “Mom! Can you bring us our goggles?” She cries …
    We left them in the bathroom.” She explains loudly enough to carry her voice over the watering noise her friends are making. I nod and turn into the house to search. This ritual I’m used to by now…. The retrieving thing happens often with her. Some doctors call it ADHD although I think it is just what it is – a child who just has better and more fun things to do than to remember where things were left off or need to be.

    “Thanks mom!” She responds with a thankful grin on her face as I hand her the gadgets. My soul lights up as our eyes meet although she doesn’t really seem to sense it. Instantly, her friends approach pushing through the water, as with the same excitement you see children run for falling candy from a piñata, to get their visual aids to guide them into their underwater adventures.

    Ready to begin their play, the negotiation begins. Who will be the leader…. who will keep track of the score… who gets to go first? I am mesmerized as how good they are at this. If only the world would run as smoothly, I think. As I walk back into the house, I smile to myself thinking I have done a good job at mothering this bright, peaceful loving child. And, she is happy. Given all of what has happened in the past two years, she is still a happy kid.

    As I close the door behind me, I turn and take another look at her. And try my hardest to forget that tomorrow she will run lovingly into her father’s arms and without looking back at me, she will be gone from this house, leaving the pool and me motionless for the rest of the summer.
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