In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Express Yourself.”
In the summer of 2012, the entire Midwest was cursed with a horrible drought. Our grass was brown, the heat was intense, and the river was unrecognizable. My youngest had a great love for the river because she associated it with her grandpa (she called him Bumpo), who lived just a few feet away from the river. My husband and I had been promising her a trip down to the park where you could stand right next to the water. We knew that the river levels were low, but seeing what the drought had done was heartbreaking. In the picture, Reigan is standing near the middle of where the river had once flowed. The cracked dry soil, once the riverbed, went on for miles; dry abandoned tree limbs were scattered all over. In front of where she stands, you can see a little bit of water slowly moving down stream.
There was such a sad beauty to what we were seeing. I took the photo as she was walking… what you can’t see is the concerned look on her face. “Where is Bumpo’s river. mama?” Her little voice shook with worry that someone had taken her Bumpo’s river away. It took some time to convince her that it would be back – all we needed was a really good long rain. When it was time to go, she turned around one more time and waved to the creek (once a big river) behind her. We knew she really was not saying goodbye to the water, but to Bumpo… you see he had been gone for over a year and the river was her way of remembering him. My tiny little girl showed me that even the drought could be beautiful, if you looked at it the way she did.
Have a blessed day!
Mom of 5 amazing kids, married to Shawn, retired teacher of 19 years, cares for a total of 9 pets (3 frisky cats and 6 great-tempered dogs), daughter, really amateur photographer, photoshopper, a football, wrestling, track, baseball, dance, and tumbling mom, zazzle designer, constant dieter, handles the budget, hates to cook, addicted to coffee, trying-to-quit smoker, TV potato, and passionate about writing.