From House Wife To Film Maker

Yesterday when I bring my sons home from school Dan, who hasn’t seen me since last Friday because he has been finding his busy social life much more fun, says to me, “Can I go play with Brent?”
Teasingly I asked, “Well you haven’t seen me since when? Friday? Don’t you want to see me?”
“Whammy Dan!” Zachary says.
Dan gave a sheepish, blushing grin and with a shrug said, “It’s just that I want to go play. So can I?”
“Hummm,” I said tapping my chin and looking sideways at him, “let’s see you want me to get up ridicously early and go to your Soccer game Saturday–”
“–Double whammy, Daniel,” Zac zings and slaps his knee.
“–at 8:30 when the dew is still on the ground” I continue, “and you don’t want to hang around and see me?”
Zac, again shouts, “Triple whammy Dan!” loaded with such infectous laughter that it ripples through us all as we turn to Dan and say, “Ooooooo, yeah Dan. . .”
Totally unflinched Dan responds, “That’s what mom’s are supposed to do, go to their kids games. Kids are supposed to go out and play.”
“Oh, I see,” I said through a chuckle, “Oh, go on and play, and have fun,” and that’s exactly what he did. He grabbed his bike helmet and disappeared through the door with a gleeful, “Yes!” I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered the beauty of being nine going on ten (his birthday is in two weeks) I just wanted live life to it’s fullest. To keep experiencing the greater independence I had so recently gained because, “I was older now,” and going outside to play was one of the biggest and most available areas I could exercise that freedom.
As I processed the warmth of the memory and the joy I shared with my son who is now living at this new stage of his life; it occurred to me I am once again 9 going on 10 and all I want to do is go outside and play . . . at becoming a film maker.

Theresa
-watch for me in the film credits

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