Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Legs move too fast. Head swerves from side to side. It glides. Eyes slip and slide. Those tendrils touching me. I run away and hide.

“He’s bugging me Mom.” “Tell him to go away.” “But he won’t.” “Tell him I said so.” “He’s not listening Mom.” Children bug each other and mutter complaints. And bugs buzz round the food and flame, while Mom cooks Independence dinner treats. Eating outside can be such a pain. She wonders why she bothers. “She’s bugging me Mom.” “Tell her to go away.” “But she won’t.” “Then tell her I said so.” Still, food smells good, then they gather and sit and eat with vivid smiles. That’s why she bothers. Sometimes independence is choosing to hang around without going away.