{"id":1892,"date":"2010-05-21T09:07:08","date_gmt":"2010-05-21T13:07:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heidiannie.com\/?p=1892"},"modified":"2010-05-21T09:07:08","modified_gmt":"2010-05-21T13:07:08","slug":"we-arent-done-playing-yet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.heidiannie.com\/?p=1892","title":{"rendered":"We aren&#8217;t done playing yet!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/heidiannie.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/Chincoteague-May-day5-006.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px\" height=\"332\" alt=\"Chincoteague May-day5 006\" src=\"http:\/\/heidiannie.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/Chincoteague-May-day5-006_thumb.jpg\" width=\"441\" border=\"0\"><\/a>  <\/p>\n<p>When Robin was alive, we would plan our summer in May.<\/p>\n<p>Picnics, garden parties, teas, family celebrations, Midsummer&#8217;s extravaganza&#8217;s- <\/p>\n<p>we would plot, plan and scheme, bouncing ideas and themes off of each other and fill notebooks with recipes and sketches of decorations.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>And when we weren&#8217;t planning a happening we found happenings to attend.<\/p>\n<p>Our children played down at the creek, digging up the clay, floating down lazily in makeshift boats, fishing or searching for crayfish.&nbsp; They were muddy and wet and so intense about their occupation.&nbsp; And then they would rinse off and spend hours in the pool- diving down deep to retrieve coins on the bottom or trying to dunk each other- sometimes just floating on innertubes and looking up at the clouds and the trees overhead.<\/p>\n<p>It now seems like a time of bliss.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>Not that life is unhappy now- only somehow- the magic has diminished.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>I remember my own childhood with the same hazy happiness- as a time of wonder and magical possibilities lying just around the corner.&nbsp; All we had to do was go forward and there was adventure and friendship- parties that seemed to fall into place without much worry or hassle.<\/p>\n<p>When Robin died, I lost my way.&nbsp; I couldn&#8217;t seem to find the paths that led to joy- the lovely lanes of summer were closed to me- and I never did get back to the magical days I had once known and loved.<\/p>\n<p>I became a grown-up.&nbsp; And growing up came from deep sorrow and loss.<\/p>\n<p>Because my playmate was gone- one of the last conversations we had was about we really weren&#8217;t done playing, yet.&nbsp; That was our greatest excuse to our mother when she wanted us to come in at dusk-&#8221; Mommy!&nbsp; We aren&#8217;t done playing yet!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>When it was time for bed- &#8220;We aren&#8217;t done playing yet!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>When she had jobs for us to do-&#8220;But we aren&#8217;t done playing yet!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But when Robin died, the playing stopped.<\/p>\n<p>I still plan parties and picnic and have teas.<\/p>\n<p>Still have notebooks of&nbsp; recipes-<\/p>\n<p>just lost the magic.<a href=\"http:\/\/heidiannie.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/Heidi-Robin.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px\" height=\"401\" alt=\"Heidi &amp; Robin\" src=\"http:\/\/heidiannie.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/Heidi-Robin_thumb.jpg\" width=\"387\" border=\"0\"><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When Robin was alive, we would plan our summer in May. 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