Musings by The Poet Loriet
Catty
My little girl's been
learning my old childhood games
at her summer camp,
making patterns with string,
Cat's Cradle, Jacob's Ladder,
teacup and saucer,
bringing back
grade school
playground memories.
She's been carrying a
ratty old piece of
brown twine around
and was upset at camp today
when I picked her up.
She had lost her
precious string.
So, I told her,
"Mommy knows the best place
in the whole wide world to
get some string."
I pulled into Barnes and Noble
while the kids giggled,
"Mommy, you're nuts!
You can't buy string here!
All they have is books and coffee!"
I put my hand to my head,
"Ohmigosh, you're right!
What was I thinking?!
Well, since we're here,
I think we'll look.
If nothing else,
we'll buy a bunch of bookmarks,
cut the strings off and just
tie them together,"
I said calmly as if
my idea were the most
logical one ever.
They exchanged odd looks
and walked a few feet back
whispering to each other.
I went straight to the
activity books section
and found just what I
was looking for,
a book of string patterns
complete with rainbow-colored
string.
As we drove in the car and
my kids studied patterns and
made all the old familiar patterns,
and even a few new exciting ones
such as "Grandma's Bra,"
my daughter looked up and grinned.
"Mom, you sure know where to get string!"
Lori Beal
learning my old childhood games
at her summer camp,
making patterns with string,
Cat's Cradle, Jacob's Ladder,
teacup and saucer,
bringing back
grade school
playground memories.
She's been carrying a
ratty old piece of
brown twine around
and was upset at camp today
when I picked her up.
She had lost her
precious string.
So, I told her,
"Mommy knows the best place
in the whole wide world to
get some string."
I pulled into Barnes and Noble
while the kids giggled,
"Mommy, you're nuts!
You can't buy string here!
All they have is books and coffee!"
I put my hand to my head,
"Ohmigosh, you're right!
What was I thinking?!
Well, since we're here,
I think we'll look.
If nothing else,
we'll buy a bunch of bookmarks,
cut the strings off and just
tie them together,"
I said calmly as if
my idea were the most
logical one ever.
They exchanged odd looks
and walked a few feet back
whispering to each other.
I went straight to the
activity books section
and found just what I
was looking for,
a book of string patterns
complete with rainbow-colored
string.
As we drove in the car and
my kids studied patterns and
made all the old familiar patterns,
and even a few new exciting ones
such as "Grandma's Bra,"
my daughter looked up and grinned.
"Mom, you sure know where to get string!"
Lori Beal
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