Sug came over today, and his older brother Antonio, hell broke over the mountain behind the house as the Turkey's got used to the new sounds from the house. Lot's more sounds. Sug was here.
"Welcome to our House." I said. "Sug is here, we are so glad to see you. It is so nice to see you, Sug."
He beamed at me. He was supposed to be afraid of people but he wasn't afraid of us. They live up there, on their hill; this fine Mexican family in a world of their own. And we are in our own hill in our world, and today these Ambassadors broke down the fence. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't much of a fence. They hop it once a week.
Sometimes after Church you come home with more kids than you brought to the Service. Friends are a big event in the lives of my sons. Eastern Montana is sparsely populated, and time in the City taken for granted is cherished here. When I listen to their noise, their happy sounds, I'm reminded of balls of light; little balls of light. Those balls know each other. They are working out who gets what how when soon. The two oldest have gone off in a play pod of their own; you'd think they'd never circle back to the silly delights of the younger kids but you'd be mistaken. The two groups intersect frequently, then break apart again. Little Keith is so excited. Sug is here, and Sug is the first other-than-brother-mother-father body he's seen in some time that is close to his own age. He's three and a half; Sug is Five. Sug understands lonliness, as he's grown himself to remarkable stature surrounded as he is by his Sisters, all older teenagers. Trav is Six and taking a leadership role in the JR POD, but as desperate as he is for attention he knows his Brother needs some too. These Lights attempt to take care of one another. The rules are already laid out before them- how to get and distribrute the most fun. They aren't bad at it. Sometimes I jump in but not often.
The littlest just went to bed. He'd had a tough time keeping up with Sug and his brother, he'd done well. I heard many words coming out of that good mouth, he'd spoken his mind. But it's afternoon and he's had a lot of food and activity and with a spinning brain he's going down. I'll bet he's already asleep.
These little lights...I'd come down the steep basement steps and saw Sug.
"Sug, Keith wants to see you too."
"Oh I know; I was his age. Don't-"
"be fine".... Our sentence blended together. Their minds are fast and this was a done deal.
I looked at this fine young man and saw myself taking care of kids I'd known when I was young. Their family took care of hearts as did mine.
What a blessing to see this. The Light level just goes up in the house. The love level.
So now Keithy is asleep on his pillow, having crashed against the magnitude of Sug's visit. The two older are fiddling around with a train set and the younger two are in the basement playing, finally able to have a good time without a brother being there who could do every single thing better.
"Don't call me Sug," He said. "Call me Andreas."
"Andreas." I called out into the air of the house like announcing an angel or the next bronc rider, "Good name."
Good Afternoon.
munk
"Welcome to our House." I said. "Sug is here, we are so glad to see you. It is so nice to see you, Sug."
He beamed at me. He was supposed to be afraid of people but he wasn't afraid of us. They live up there, on their hill; this fine Mexican family in a world of their own. And we are in our own hill in our world, and today these Ambassadors broke down the fence. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't much of a fence. They hop it once a week.
Sometimes after Church you come home with more kids than you brought to the Service. Friends are a big event in the lives of my sons. Eastern Montana is sparsely populated, and time in the City taken for granted is cherished here. When I listen to their noise, their happy sounds, I'm reminded of balls of light; little balls of light. Those balls know each other. They are working out who gets what how when soon. The two oldest have gone off in a play pod of their own; you'd think they'd never circle back to the silly delights of the younger kids but you'd be mistaken. The two groups intersect frequently, then break apart again. Little Keith is so excited. Sug is here, and Sug is the first other-than-brother-mother-father body he's seen in some time that is close to his own age. He's three and a half; Sug is Five. Sug understands lonliness, as he's grown himself to remarkable stature surrounded as he is by his Sisters, all older teenagers. Trav is Six and taking a leadership role in the JR POD, but as desperate as he is for attention he knows his Brother needs some too. These Lights attempt to take care of one another. The rules are already laid out before them- how to get and distribrute the most fun. They aren't bad at it. Sometimes I jump in but not often.
The littlest just went to bed. He'd had a tough time keeping up with Sug and his brother, he'd done well. I heard many words coming out of that good mouth, he'd spoken his mind. But it's afternoon and he's had a lot of food and activity and with a spinning brain he's going down. I'll bet he's already asleep.
These little lights...I'd come down the steep basement steps and saw Sug.
"Sug, Keith wants to see you too."
"Oh I know; I was his age. Don't-"
"be fine".... Our sentence blended together. Their minds are fast and this was a done deal.
I looked at this fine young man and saw myself taking care of kids I'd known when I was young. Their family took care of hearts as did mine.
What a blessing to see this. The Light level just goes up in the house. The love level.
So now Keithy is asleep on his pillow, having crashed against the magnitude of Sug's visit. The two older are fiddling around with a train set and the younger two are in the basement playing, finally able to have a good time without a brother being there who could do every single thing better.
"Don't call me Sug," He said. "Call me Andreas."
"Andreas." I called out into the air of the house like announcing an angel or the next bronc rider, "Good name."
Good Afternoon.
munk
