More Tales from Esperanza.
Last Friday it was hot. It has been hot for months. Heat has entered our bloodstreams, creating longing for cold seas, mountain breezes, swimming pools… and water fights.
As we watered the gardens, the kids often missed the plants and wet each other, envisioning rapid growth spirts and glorious careers as basketball heroes.
We have red peppers now. Something I thought would never happen, as till now our peppers have vanished before ripening.
Our Butterfly plants (Milkweed) Salvias, succulents thrive, and our tomatoes ripen.
“Can we have a water fight?” asked Irene
“If you all bring a change of clothes and follow some rules,” I countered, “We can, Monday.”
“Can we bring food?”
“Yes, to be eaten AFTER, the fight.”
Monday & I arrived hot and muggy.
But unlike Monday, I carried with me 8 cheap water guns and some balloons. The early arrivals (Metz & Irene) helped water the garden and engaged in some squirting and chasing. Soon more kids amassed, including Genesis.
Genesis was born without legs & only one thumb. She is a wise child, patient and humorous. She is an inspiration to all who know her. I am always especially touched when this gracious child has an opportunity to join in something fun and physical.
The water balloons were almost impossible to fill and even harder to burst. They bumped off of stomachs and heads into the sidewalk and remained intact!
Chris is 2 or 3 and Brandon a very serious 6.
It was larger than most of my cars. It fired both forward out of one barrel and backward out of two.
“You guys, better go after Brandon,”
Irene transformed, into General Irene. She mobilized the kids, having them fill and carry buckets, dictating what each bucket was to be used for (one for filling Guns and one for foot washing.) Who could use the buckets (Only the good (her) team.)
Due to the complex mechinisum of gun, it was very difficult to make it squirt; also, it weighed almost as much as Brandon.
That poor kid, not only was he out gunned and out numbered, due to his weapon; he was hardly able to move. Soon the tiniest children were lugging buckets of water over to Bandon, hoisting them overhead and emptying them on top of him.
The odd thing was that the kids still viewed THE GUN as a superior weapon, even though it demonsterably was not. I tried to fire it once and during the time it took me to pump it up, I was surrounded by an army of water gunning Lilliputians.
After everyone was chilled and my fingers had turned white and bloodless from filling water balloons, we changed clothes.
Some of the moms arrived with quesadillas, salads of cucumber, carrots and apples marinated in lemon (yum!) nuts, soda and cookies.
Then the children insisted on “doing art,” until I finally made them go home at about 9:00pm