This rock used to serve as stepping stones in our backyard, until Asher discovered his ability to lift them up and throw them against our backyard brick fence. Then, their main purpose was to serve as some kind of rock throwing therapy for my little lover of throwing all things. He spent many a day diligently throwing each piece against the fence and delighting in the way that each would bust into new, smaller and more numerous pieces. I really think that it was some kind of necessary activity for him at the time, because, no matter how hard I tried...I just could not keep him away from this work. He was determined to get it done. And, now that they appear to be at just the right size and number, he has likened to stacking them in just the right way. I find it fascinating, his infatuation with order and pattern. It is something that I don't totally understand, but I see how it helps him feel more comfortable in the world. When I look at this stack of rocks, I actually see quite a masterpiece in it, really. A bit of method to the madness. Today I will be trying to bring a little bit of much needed order into our backyard. The one that has been overrun with weeds that tower over my children. I figured it was about time to get out there and do some weeding when I kept hearing Asher asking me to take a walk through the "secret jungle". And, I was completely convinced when I actually "lost" my little girl amidst said jungle for several, long minutes. Despite these initiatives, I have yet to get out there and get it done. So, today will be the day that I at least BEGIN. I know from my efforts last week at tackling the front yard...that this is hard work. Therapeutic, yes...but painfully repetitive. I think I will re-read this post, by Karen at the always reflective Cheerio Road...just to get my perspective centered. I have to continuously remind myself to just take it one weed at a time, which takes me back to childbirth when I had to remind myself over and over to take it one contraction at a time. Completely incomparable, but similar in the mantra department. And, my choices at this point are either spending my day outside with the weeds or staying inside and trying to gain some order over this disaster area we call home.
I think I'll step outside now.