February 29, 2012: A Blustery Day
Now the Pooh days are a distant memory with the only memento left in my house; a Pooh picture frame displaying a baby photo of Zach. This picture frame sits in his now vacant room within a cluster of other childhood photos. Where did these 16 years go? I can close my eyes and still feel his soft warm cheek nestled in the crook of my neck as I carried him to bed. It is amazing how one can forget the detailed lines in a human face as the years pass, but can remember like yesterday the feeling of the human touch.
My consolation in "moving on" from my Pooh days of past is the secret pleasure I take in my grown sons' current obsession with their favorite Disney songs. Although much of their talk is part of the coolness the 15 to 18 year old crowd has currently placed on their favorite Disney movie/song of their youth, I quietly take in this guilty pleasure. "Mom, can I download Tarzan on your I-Pad? Have you heard Phil Collins? He is amazing in this album!" I see them post You Tube videos of the Lion King on each other's FaceBook (yes, I do creep...don't tell) and am reminded that all of those toddler years of playing Disney cassette tapes, watching hours and hours of our Disney (and Pooh) VHS collection has stuck with them and given them fond memories as well. Yep, it is the small things in life that make this mama happy. Hakuna Matata!