Life is about the attempts not the successes

A little boy in a bright blue shirt is trying to catch the sparrows. He sees one, and darts in that direction. He sees another and darts in that direction. But two steps before he pounces on his prey, the sparrow flies away. A man at a table, watching the attempts says in his deep big boy voice, “I don’t think you’re gonna catch em!” The boy in the bright blue shirt glances at the man, then chases after another little brown sparrow. Grandma looks at the scene, a smile on her perfectly painted lips. Her eye’s big, for a moment remembering the wonderment of her own childhood. Here eyes, lost in the past as she gazes at the future. Her round, dark, eyes peer through the shade of a ball cap. A cap that covers the place where her hair used to be, hair gone from chemotherapy. A day at the mall with her grandson, the boy in the bright blue shirt. They road the train. A grown woman in a child’s train. She twisted and arched her grown body into the little blue train car, but today she does not worry about what her body can do, today is for the healing of her spirit. A grown woman in a child’s train, the conductor pulls the bell, “ding, ding” and a grown woman is a little girl again sitting next to a little boy who wants to be big. A little boy, in a bright blue shirt, darting here and there trying to surprise a sparrow. “I don’t think you’re gonna catch em!” said the big boy with the deep voice. Ahh, big boy, don’t you remember when you used to chase bird's, can't you see it in grandma’s eyes, can’t you hear it in the boy with the bright blue shirt's laughter, it is not about catching the sparrows, it’s all about chasing them.