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RAINY DAY THOUGHTS...by b. Malin
THE LITTLE CHIPMUNK...
Another Oldie but Goody from my Past...another Time, another Place...
The rain has stopped. I stand at my back door and watch a baby Chipmunk leaping and running across my back lawn. He seems to be enjoying his wet romp, as he rolls his body in the cool wet grass. The rain certainly hasn't spoiled his day, I sigh to myself.
Do I feel Envious of this tiny creature whose life could be cut short if either of the family cats decide to make a "game" out of him? They too will be enjoying themselves. I shiver at the thought, and pray that won't happen.
I had resented this particular day of rain, for it was my day off, and I was going to the Beach with my Sons. Where we, like the Chipmunk, would be enjoying ourselves, leaping and playing in the waves, and later, walking for miles along the sandy shoreline. Now we will have to wait until next time...
I look in on my older Son who is contently talking on the telephone to one of his many friends. He does not look in my direction, his thoughts are elsewhere, he is engrossed in deep conversation...He is a Teenager...And my heart bursts with pride when I look at him.
I tip toe back into the kitchen, to my back door, to look for that little Chipmunk...to make sure that he is all right. Suddenly this seems so important to me.
My younger son comes up behind me. I turn around and pull him close to me. It feels good to hold him close, if only for a little while longer. Next summer, he might be too big...he might push me away...God, I hope not... He spies the little Chipmunk who is now putting on such a grand show of leaping and jumping as High as he can into the air. It's almost as if he knows that he must be our "Court Jester". We both look at one another and Laugh...And suddenly I feel better and silently wish that little Chipmunk a long life.