The kids left me today. Took off for, oh, I don't know, probably 15 minutes before I knew where they were. They left, told me where they were going which I was okay with and I went on with my work. Then decided to check on them after getting Owen down and they were not where they said they'd be.
I hollered a few times.
I rode around on my bike, not too far from the house.
I went back up where they told me and hollered again.
And then finally I hear, "yeah, mom, we're coming!"
A big sigh. And then they tell me where they were.
They miss Pearsolonia more than ever. It's their old hideout where we used to live. It was basically a dirt hill behind our house but their enchanting hideaway nonetheless. They have many memories of it.
And then I realize these memories....they are theirs. I remember when all their memories had me in them. But not anymore. They are busy. Busy making their own memories and I'm no where in sight even. I can hear it, "remember that one time when mom had no idea where we were? That was when we found Chase-a-topia!" Reese showed up with shells of some crawdad-looking thing and enough excitement in his voice to tell me this was an important voyage. It was a perfect opportunity for a lecture on informing mom of your whereabouts at all times....but also a lightbulb moment for me, too. They are creative little creatures, my kids. Give them the world to explore and it is amazing what they will find. And Chase is never far from those memories.