Thursday, August 09, 2018

Dog Days of Summer

The dog days of summer are in full force.
Outside the temperature is hot but the humidity makes it hot and sticky.
We spend a lot of our day inside.
Jane and the other Little Nies are making a movie about skin-walkers,
 a eerie urban legend told to them by Mr. Nielson who swears 
he met a few of these guys as a youth in the high country of Arizona.
My children have been enthralled by this myth and it has
inspired Jane to make a movie.  She's put together 
scripts and auditions for the neighborhood kids.  
We've got fake blood, masks, and costumes taking over my kitchen.
I hope this movie gets done before school begins in a few weeks.
Mostly I am just so glad Jane isn't too cool to still be a kid.  
She's holding on to her last moments of childhood and 
innocence.  She turns 16 in February.
Often she reminds me of the creative good version of the
pied-piper; leading the neighborhood children 
behind her with her unruly red hair.
My brother Topher was the same way.  
He was making movies with us even after he was married. 
 He would pick out costumes, give out parts, and make
up incredible special effects.
(See below: a roll and pickle floating in mid-air
in front of my face...how DID he do it?).
His camera skills were magic and as a child I worshiped him.
Oh man, if I could just go back to 1987 when I was six years old
making movies with my siblings and cousins.
We'd sleep on the trampoline every night,
go swimming everyday and wander the neighborhood and the 
foothills behind our house.
 Most the time mom didn't even know where I was.
And that wasn't bad- it was just the 80's in my neck of the woods.
Most importantly, I always felt safe and loved. 
Often times I look at these videos and photos of me back then and sigh
because SO much will change and my chubby little face doesn't know it.
My amazing brother Topher is now in a wheelchair relying mostly on others
for his care. Physically I am much different now too.
But really we are the same and always will be.
Our bodies don't define who we are and what we can be.
This life on earth is just a blink of an eye considering eternity,
but still so much is depending on the choices
and actions we make and face here and now.
And I believe we can control that among our pain and trials,
and Topher is doing that, I hope I am too.
I am trying to teach that to my children everyday.
And I can only hope and pray my children
 have a childhood like I did,
(minus the bowlcut).
I look back and I feel like everything had glitter on it because
 it truly was magical, happy, safe, and filled with good feelings 
faith, God, and family- all the time.

* * * * * * * *
You can help by supporting: