Inspired by the poem, More Of This, Please, by Emily Sernaker. I pick my kid up from a mud puddle a moment after he’s fallen – before he utters “help”. Perhaps even before he’s realized he’s fallen. I set him right and he gets back to the important work of playing. He looks up at me with bright eyes and points to another puddle. It’s a silent request to splash. To get dirtier. To fall in the mud again. More of this, please.
more of this, please.
more of this, please.
more of this, please.
Inspired by the poem, More Of This, Please, by Emily Sernaker. I pick my kid up from a mud puddle a moment after he’s fallen – before he utters “help”. Perhaps even before he’s realized he’s fallen. I set him right and he gets back to the important work of playing. He looks up at me with bright eyes and points to another puddle. It’s a silent request to splash. To get dirtier. To fall in the mud again. More of this, please.