a day at Time Zone

ten days before Anea's birthday,
we went to Time Zone for some fun.

i think this is the first time Dale
ever tried playing and actually having so much fun...

he went around and played almost everything,
and emptied my not-too-full-to-begin-with wallet.

it was worth every penny.

The Tree

Someone sent this to me:

When my son is in his bed
And he is fast asleep
I quietly go upstairs
And into his room I creep.

I look at my beautiful child
And as I touch his golden hair
My tears they flow so gently
Knowing autism and the world out there.

I also question me at times
As his mother, am I good?
Is there something I've forgotten?
Am I doing all I could?

I will never take things for granted
Knowing life is never what it seems
When I ask myself if he's happiest
Carried away by the sweetest dreams.

Then I take a glance out of the window
And look at our graceful tree
I watch as it sways in the wind
Mesmerised - that could be me.

I think of all the different leaves
The colours as they fall
It has meaning, it has beauty
My tree - so proud and tall.

In a storm the twigs may break
(As in life will be frustration)
And yet the tree still stands
Only through its strong foundation.

I've noticed my tears have stopped
My whole being is much calmer
Knowing I've been given a gift
Understanding more about nature.

So when at times I feel unsure
Or have the need to question me
I'll remember my roots; my strength
I'll remember my special tree.

(c) Susan Harvey 2004