{deliberate in motion}

With organized abundance, I watch you play.  Scurrying outdoors with a rattling kind of revelry, you two are consumed of the other.  Your steps are deliberate in motion.  Prepared to fight the war that rages only on your imaginations' battlefield.

Canteens.  Belts.  Helmets. Face paint, too.  Accessories are highly important as you cause. From my view behind the window pane, I take note of the belly crawls and the huge land mine blasts that send you flying heroically in the air as you save the life of one another time & again.

Soldiers so very different in stature and battle design.  One tactical & skilled with strategy for warfare.  The other energized with an entranced gut-like notion to act and to fight face-to-face on the front lines.

I watch and listen.  And with thanks, I remind myself of the victory that's won between you two every time you pretend.  I treasure the collaborative efforts of you both as soldiers brothers. I do not take for granted the good that's being engrained in you as you fight for the freedom that so beautifully belongs to us all.  Yours just happens to be well kept and safe in the backyard for now.

For now.

I savor these moments of freedom. For I know that all too soon this battleground will fade from view. Yes, bigger wars will break out around you.  Wars like independence, privacy, status & growing up.

Fight on, boys.  Jump the land mines with all you've got.  Mama will be behind the window pane watching.

Now.  Then.  Aways.

{week 51: my 2 in 52}

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