For as long as I can remember, puddles have been a source of naughty delight. As any child, I too was told “stay OUT of the PUDDLES!!” Of course, this made me want to do only one thing…jump straight in creating the biggest, drenching-est, most splashy-est splash I possibly could. What I didn’t want to do though, was to actually get muddy myself…well, not beyond my ankles anyway. Talk about a serious conflict of interests!
Two inner desires competing for dominance; to splash big but stay clean in the process. Such is my turmoil.
All alone in front of her computer far far away… your mother laughs, with tears filling her eyes, remembering so well, your inner struggle..