Mother's Day Evening 2020

Mother's Day evening, after sloppy joes were cleaned up, and with lemon pie waiting in the fridge ("It's Mother's Day, so we have to eat yucky pie," Hans informed his siblings.), we wandered over to the baseball field and basketball courts near our house. We took bikes, scooters, kids in tennis shoes, kids in flip flops, kids in moccasins, kids in bare feet, kids with only half of their hair in ponytails, a basketball, and the giant, remote-control truck Mike bought the day before ("Your Mother's Day gift," he told me, a bit of a wink in his voice.). Another family was there and we navigated that as one navigates every encounter with other humans these days. ("Are they worried we are too close to them?" "Do they think that we think they are too close to us?" "Did they want Penny to fetch their ball for them?") But I sat in the grass by Mike and took a billion pictures (almost exclusively from the one spot where I sat). And there was a lot of dust and a lot of laughter from everyone driving the remote-control-truck around the baseball field. And a lot of rounds of PIG were won and lost by various children. And it was a pretty good evening for being a mom to ten kids.