Balloons
They gave balloons to all the kids,
in hopes (my guess) of keeping
them occupied as parents shopped.
Helium-filled, squeaky red spheres
of shimmering joy, tied on each slender
wrist, and the scheme did work,
for a while at least, until we
tried to take it off to strap him
in his seat and he screamed
holy hell; and we fingered
the string to feed him supper,
and he fought us off; and it was
time for bath and there was No Way
he was going to wear it in the tub,
but he gave our ears such a
buffeting that we gave in, washing
around the knotted white twine.
Then time for bed, and now
for sure he would obey or else,
and the hollering resumed; finally
I had enough, took the balloon
in my furious hands and wrenched—
Pop! My sudden act of benevolence.
And later, sleepless, I wondered if God
felt guilty for ending our fun
over one shiny red obsession.
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love it! Light as a…. you guessed it. But as in so many lightnesses, there are great depths in there.
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smiles…kids and their balloon stories…think there are countless…i suffered when my balloon lost more and more air…maybe a quick death would've been more merciful…
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Oh I recall a story from my youth when I was a good brother.. we got a balloon each, me and my little sister… my little sister dropped hers and we saw it flying away… Then I released mine to save any envious feelings among siblings….
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You've got to admire the way he fights for what he believes in đŸ™‚
Will he ever forgive you ?
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oh dang….yeah, and we play god on them in taking it…
a bit sad…he holding on to it and fighting every attempt to take it…i hope forgiveness is there for you…smiles…oy the trouble they cause in giving them out…smiles.
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Oh, this is soooo good, nico! I didn't see the the God thing coming at all, and yet, it's perfect! Had one of those a few years ago. Now he towers over me and still as stubborn. Really fantastic work.
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This was a wonderful, surprising twist at the end – no pun intended.
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Oh dear, Nico. He may never forgive you for that.
Pamela
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I have to laugh at this. When I taught school, a kindergarten ear tied his balloon too tight in a “very important place”… I'll let you figure out where.
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Well he has spirit that is for sure
I was surprised at the ending
hope you are forgiven…
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Lovely retelling Nico ~ My daughter loves her balloon/s until they are ready to give up and wither away ~ The ending was unexpected, ouch on those red obsession ~
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I hope he forgives you đŸ˜¦ Balloons we all have a story or two đŸ™‚
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surely there is purgatory for popped balloons. I suspect my teen sons still would fight me for them. : ). thanks for the enjoyable and suddenly pensive write ~ M
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Thanks Gavin–sometimes the heaviest things appear light.
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Thanks Claudia–yeah, maybe getting it over with is better. Yet here we still are . . .
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Thanks Bjorn, great story! Funny how these little episodes stay alive in our memories.
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Thanks Aprille–perhaps.
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Thanks Brian–it's all fun and games until someone doesn't get their way!
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Thanks Marya, I'm so happy you liked it!
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Thanks Buddah, it was a surprise to me as well.
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Thanks Pamela–if I can forgive God, surely I can expect a little forgiveness, don't you think?
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Thanks Laurie, I don't even want to guess.
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Thanks Truedessa–we teach them independence, and they go and use it against us!
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Thanks Grace, I don't know what it is about kids and balloons. Or about any of the red obsessions that dominate our lives. Strange creatures, we are!
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Thanks Ayala, there is always hope!
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Thanks M–if it's not balloons, it's something else in this unceasing battle of wills. Purgatory may be the best I can hope for!
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Nico, this is priceless. I still experience the trauma of losing a helium-filled balloon when I was about 5, visiting family in Colorado. And that was (I won't say) how many years ago?
And thanks so much for finding the source poem in Mary Oliver for me! I'll mark it in the book where I found it now.
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Fabulous story-telling, Nico. I love the way you lure us in to your story – and the twist at the end? I doubt anyone could spot that coming.
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…i had never attempted to make a companion with a balloon… perhaps the child in me was still in deep slumber back then… li'l did i notice i was 22 already & many sumners are dead now… smiles… loved the dreamy appeal of your writing today…
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this is absolutely adorable. and since all I get are the echoes of hollering through your well crafted words, I can find the humor that I'm sure did not exist in the described day.
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