It is a fascinating thing to sit down with these odd shaped pieces and coax them into forming the complete picture. At first they are just meaningless shapes, and it's difficult to make sense of the mayhem. But we figured it out, me and my little helper. We started with the border, because the border pieces have one flat edge, thereby making it easier for us to start. It was not very easy because the fur looked almost the same. Sometimes, I would hold the piece the wrong way, and then lil S would slap his forehead and put it…right there where it belonged.
Every time S returned from school, he would wash up and bounce into the room, first to check how much i got done without him and then to try and beat me at it...
And as usual because I just can't help it, I think of associations and memorable happy moments.
Of Scrabble boards.
Of incredibly lazy evenings,
Of worry free minds and easy laughter,
Of a family bonding over a scrabble game, which my sister would invariably win.
Of my mother using the game to improve her vocabulary.
I hope that my kids too would weave happy associations around certain things. I'm sure they could never look at a football without thinking of G, of all those evenings spent kicking the dratted ball or watching the games together. Maybe the 11 yrold would look at books and instantly remember the books devoured together by him and me?
And perhaps, jigsaw puzzles would do the same for my 6 yrold. Sometimes, I look beyond and see a young man buying a puzzle for his child, and telling him/her "See this? i used to do that with my mom".