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January 8 – Traffic Stop

January 8, 2020 by Linda Hoye 8 Comments

by Linda Hoye

I’m sitting in traffic, stopped, as the city workers tend to yet another thing on the only street leading into our neighbourhood. The work has been going on since early summer. They’re painting crosswalks now; I think that means it’s almost finished.

A man in a vehicle two cars in front of me steps out of his car and tries to get a look at what is causing the delay up ahead. I glance in my rear view mirror; the line grows longer. I shift into park.

I see a young woman strolling along the sidewalk toward me with two young children, maybe two and three-years-old, in tow. She pauses every few steps to look behind her at the little one who is lagging behind and is, in fact, seeing something of great interest in the low cedar bushes that line the sidewalk.

She doesn’t attempt to hurry the little one along and I’m struck by her patience. I wish I wasn’t. I wish it was the norm for people to take meandering walks with children and allow them to explore the world they are growing up in. It often isn’t though.

The young woman glances unseeing at me for a moment then turns her attention back to the straggler who is now reaching into the cedars and plucking berries from the branches. The second child toddles back to join the berry-picker and, together, they pluck treasures and begin filling their pockets with them.

What fun. For the briefest of moments I’m transported back to my own childhood when we ran unsupervised through the neighbourhood using our imaginations to conjure all kinds of scenarios in which to fill endless days. Time shifts and I’m thinking of my own children and the games they made up that occupied them hour after hour with nothing more than a yard and sticks and branches and a faithful dog named Bobby.

Such richness there was, and is, in a world without electronics and constant stimulation. I applaud this young woman for her willingness to take the long and slow way and to allow these children the priceless gift of gathering cedar berries on an autumn afternoon.

Ahead, the flag person turns his sign from stop to slow and cars begin inching forward. I shift into drive and move past the berry-gathering activity toward my destination for the afternoon, taking with me a measure of simple peace and a belief that moments like this can change the world.

Linda Hoye is on the other side of a twenty-five-year corporate career; now a writer, photographer, gardener, and somewhat-fanatical grandma. She lives in Kamloops, British Columbia with her husband and their doted-upon Yorkshire Terrier. Find her online, where she posts daily, at www.lindahoye.com.

This post was first published on her at http://lindahoye.com/saturday-october-28-2017/.

 

Linda Hoye lives in her hometown in Saskatchewan, Canada, with her husband and their doted-upon Yorkshire Terrier. She is the author of The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved and Two Hearts: An Adoptee’s Journey Through Grief to Gratitude and Living Liminal: A Slice of Pandemic Life. Find her online at www.lindahoye.com where she ponders ordinary days and the thin places where faith intersects.

Filed Under: Linda Hoye, True Words from Real Women

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  1. V.J. Knutson says

    January 8, 2018 at 7:18 am

    What a beautiful piece, Linda. So well written. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all become a little more patient and appreciative as the mother and her little ones?

    Reply
    • Linda Hoye says

      January 8, 2018 at 7:22 am

      Thank you, V.J.. Those simple and precious moments are there every day if we look for them. It’s my intention to find as many as I can.

      Reply
  2. Debra Dolan says

    January 8, 2018 at 9:54 am

    I am also starting the year appreciating and taking more time to witness the tiny beautiful moments. Imaginations need to be cultivated and nature is a great play-box. I love to watch children play as well with string and boxes. Thank you for this post Linda.

    Reply
    • Linda Hoye says

      January 8, 2018 at 10:12 am

      Yes, Debra! Imaginations DO need to be cultivated when we’re children and as we continue into adulthood, and nature is the best place of all to do so.

      Reply
  3. woodscrone says

    January 8, 2018 at 10:26 am

    Your piece triggered many memories I have from living on a farm. Playing hopscotch, singing to the cows in the barn, catching lightning bugs, playing statues. I went to the attic to read National Geographic that was saved and other periodicals. I also would not trade my childhood for the current one with all of the electronics.

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    • Linda Hoye says

      January 8, 2018 at 10:33 am

      Happy memories to be sure!

      Reply
  4. arielazucker says

    January 8, 2018 at 2:19 pm

    Unexpected small precious moments. I remember those days of roaming free of TV and other electronics, I hope that they are not lost.

    Reply
    • Linda Hoye says

      January 8, 2018 at 3:14 pm

      That’s my hope too, Ariela.

      Reply

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