On our way to school everyday, Zoë re-enacts a handful of pretend scenarios. I’m a bear, she comes to visit my cave. I’m Teacher Samantha, she’s Teacher Samantha’s son. Or we pretend we’re flying in Dad’s plane to see Papaw and Memo. “Not tooooo high, Dad!”
Today was a little different. She was oddly quiet and then softly spoke up.
“Mom? I need to tell the trees something.”
“Okay.”
“Trees?” She paused briefly as if waiting for them to respond. “Trees, thank you for blocking the sun. When we drive past you, you keep the sun out of my eyes. Thank you.”
Her appreciation made me take a moment to thank them as well. For their beauty and for their resilience this year.
