i love watching garland play. we have about four different blue racket balls around our house. actually, there’s a very good chance that we actually have far more than that, but garland likes to get them stuck under the couch just out of our reach. aside from “accidentally” rolling them under the couch, one of garlands favorite things to do with her balls is to jump onto the couch and gently nudge the ball slowly towards the end of the couch cushion. just as the ball begins to roll off the edge, she’ll pounce onto it, catching it in her mouth just before it tumbles to the floor. oh sure, sometimes she’s slow and she’ll stare at the ball there on the ground as if it’s broken some silent agreement they had about the terms of play time.
usually i’ll join in, tossing the ball into various areas of the house as she tries to outrun it or beat the ball or catch it in her mouth as it bounces. but sometimes, sometimes i just like to watch her occupy herself. at times i wonder if she likes to make things difficult for herself…but then again, if things werent difficult, what sort of accomplishment would it be.
today has been difficult. today i wanted to give up. today i wanted things to be easy. but then i heard the little pitter patter of garland running into the office, her ball in her mouth, her eyes twinkling. and then i remembered, if things arent difficult, what sort of accomplishment would it be?
dwell in possibility…
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