Broken, lonely basketball goal.
We've lived in this house going on 23 years. My boys are 23 and 21. They grew up in the house.
Many many many evenings as I was cooking supper I would hear the thump thump thump of the ball, the boys feet skittering around and then a boom and swirl- in goes the ball.
There's a part of me that really really misses those days. I get a lump in my throat and my eyes fill with tears. It went by so fast. There are so many things I wish I could go back and redo.
But, I-we- can't go back. We live today. We have today.
I love today. I love seeing my children being adults. Growing up, working- doing, what we put those years in, to do.
Children don't stay young forever and we don't want them to. We want them to grow- "expand what already exists". We want them to experience life. To be filled with joy and even some sorrow. To make mistakes and right choices. To have regrets but- just a few.
I want my children to listen to the thump thump thump of a basketball- and hear their children playing in the back yard. I want my children to also experience the bittersweetness of letting go and moving on. Its called- life.
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