Thursday, September 4, 2008

HIGHSCHOOL AND HAY BALES ...

Every year, since Ulysse was born, a few things repeating themselves have now become a ritual ...

We sit under the same tree in the same swings when we want to chat about this and that ...

When April arrives, we take the old hard foam mattress out in the grass and sleep outside as often as we can, sometimes on the balcony when it rains, right until Halloween, if weather permits ...

We drive each summer to the beach in Maine, where my son walked his first steps, and do the same activities we have been enjoying for years, like riding the waves, beachcombing, going mini-putting at the Pirate's Cove or eating fried clams at one of the shacks ...

Each day, I drive down the mountain to the village to pick him up after school so we can talk about the day's happenings, time that would be lost if he took the bus ride home ...

Yesterday, on the eve of the first day of highschool, we walked to one of the fields down the hill and played with the hay bales. Each year, it is an established fact that I must take a picture of Ulysse with hay bales, whether with his cousin, with one of our passed away dogs, with his dad or in the snow.

I love these round hay bales. They are so perfect and smooth and look like big rolls of wheat cereals. I love how they add a polka-dot effect to the shaved and bare fields. And I love how their shadows move around them as the sun shifts on the horizon ...

My son will be 12 at the end of this month and is now a teenager going to highschool. Primary school is now part of his past and filed in his mental memory drawer. No looking back, he is ready for what is ahead of him ...

And I am so proud of the person he has become.

Yes, rituals are good.

Rituals are reassuring.

Rituals are part of the big wheel turning ...

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