Mia's
Playground
Mia lived in a beautiful home with
her dad and mom. One lovely spring morning, she looked out the window. Two men
were outside carrying shiny, metal poles and banging with hammers. She watched
with wide eyes.
"Mom, what is that? Is that for
me?"
Her mother saw the bright yellow
steel, complete with two plastic parts for slides. One part had chain links and
was rounded at the bottom. It was a swing.
"Oh, Mia the neighbors are
building something for their children."
"What is it?" Mia asked.
"Well, it looks like a
playground." said her mom.
"Yippee, I can go play on
it!"
"No Mia, the neighbors don't
talk to us much and it's their playground, okay? It's like a giant toy that is
only theirs."
"Moooomm!"
"Sorry Mia." Her mom
patted her on the back. Mia's lip quivered and she cried a little. "Mia
would you like to have some tea with me on the deck?
"Okay."
Mom dried her eyes and made her
some warm chamomile tea. They sat on the bench of the wooden deck in the bright
spring sunshine. Little Mia began to
wander, as she often did, along the small creek in their backyard. She helped pick up sticks and then threw them
in the creek watching the water ripple. It was amazing to her how the water
splashed up and around the sticks like rings. The rings disappeared and then
the sticks floated along with the current.
"What do you hear Mia?"
"I hear water", she
answered.
"Yep."
"And birds", she
continued.
"Yes. Anything else?" asked
Mom.
"I hear the wind." said
Mia as she watched birds jump from one hiding spot to another.
They sat on their long dark logs on
the side of the creek. They watched the trees as the wind shook their branches
softly, making the leaves wave to them. Mia smiled. She wasn't upset about the
new playground anymore.
When she woke up the next day and
looked out the window, she saw a complete, bright and shiny new playground. It
had everything she liked to play on: a slide, swings, and a climbing ladder.
"Moooomm"
"Miiiiaa"
"Mom! Why can't I go on that
playground?"
"Mia, it doesn't belong to us
and we aren't close with our neighbors. They have their own working hours and
we have ours. Honey, I'm not sure if they are home at the same time as us. What
I mean is, maybe some day they will invite you to play, but until then we keep
to ourselves. We can play on our own at the park. It is only a couple of blocks
away. "Okay, mom" she replied.
Mia stepped outside and had to suddenly
stop her walking. There was a frog looking up at her.
"Mom! Mom there's a frog! There's
a frog! It jumped right in that plant!
"Oh Mia, great find, your Dad
will be happy to hear of it. He loves frogs!"
Mia grinned.
"See, there's a lot to
discover out here." Mom picked sticks and branches out of the yard.
"Can we have a frog in our
house?"
"Not today. We will play catch
and release one day though.
"What's that?"
"Catch and release is when you
catch a frog and put him in a box or a jar with holes for air so that you can
get a closer peek at him. You put him on a bed of grass and leaves and you can
try to feed him. Then after a couple hours, you let the frog go home to his
plant."
At that moment, the bluest, most
beautiful butterfly Mia had ever seen fluttered by in their garden, landing on
some yellow wildflowers. Its wings were bright blue surrounded by black. "Mom, look!"
"Oh, look at that, how
wonderful!" The butterfly slowly fluttered off into the sunlight.
Mia, will you help me plant this lily
flower?"
"Sure." Mia scooped up
dirt out of the hole getting her hands dirty. There was no floor to spill the soil
on. "I love gardening with you Mom."
Mom smiled. "You love it and
what do you like best?"
"Flowers and frogs and
butterflies... Can we get a playground?"
"Oh, Mia, maybe you can have a
swing. We can hang it from that shorter tree there, she pointed. They walked
over to a wide tree that had small leaves, looking up for some sturdy branches.
We will have to make sure it is far enough away from the creek."
Her mother pointed in the opposite
direction. "Over there, you can have your own garden. We can get you a
little chair for the yard. We can make a trail together with stone, pebble, or
woodchips. Then, you can pick some of your favorite plants and flowers to put
along the trail. We'll make you a garden that's all yours. Would you like more
butterflies in your garden?"
"More? How do we do that?"
"Well you should have milkweed
and butterfly bush. You can attract monarchs! Monarchs are those orange, black
and white butterflies you've seen. If we plant those, you will have a butterfly
garden."
"What do you mean attract? Mia
asked.
"That means the butterflies
come to those types of flowers because the butterflies like them...kind of like
playgrounds attract you!"
"Oh! The butterflies will
come! Thanks Mom."
"It will be hard work. Gardens
take a little time." "'We can do it!" cheered Mia who was now thinking
ahead to attracting bunches of butterflies.
Mia and Mom had spent the whole
week planning and planting Mia's new garden. The results were stunning as they
stood by the butterfly bush. Mia realized they were finally finished with each
flower she had chosen. She got all the colors she wanted, purples, yellows, and
pinks. Her mother liked Mia's new butterfly garden so much that she even added
some lilac bushes on the side of their house for herself.
Dad helped plant the last of the
velvety lamb's ear in the center of the flower bed. As Mia looked on, she
remembered that lamb's ear would attract bumblebees. She wasn't afraid because
Mom promised bees were little helpers to the garden, like she was. Mia sat down
in her chair along her winding woodchip path.
"Mia, it turned out so
pretty!"
"Yeah. It was a lot of hard work."
"What do you want to do
now?"
Mia took a quick peek at the
motionless playground next door. "Mom, can I go to the park?"
"Sure, let's pack a picnic
lunch too!"
"Yes!"
They arrived back from the park
after a long day at the playground. Mia looked out the window at the new
playground in the distance. Still empty, she thought. She said nothing to her
mother. She gave her a giant hug. Then, she stared at her colorful garden. It
was like looking at a painting. Suddenly, she saw two winged creatures
wandering and dancing on the tops of their flowers. "Monarchs", she
announced as she ran out to the deck, climbing down the stairs to greet them.
"Mom, butterflies!" she called. They fluttered onto the purple
butterfly bush. Mia sat in her chair nearby. One of the butterflies fluttered
over to her and landed right on her purple sundress. "Mom there you are!
Where were you?"
"I was working on a quick
dinner project in the kitchen. When did you call?"
"A few minutes ago" Mia
answered. "Mom, I love my playground."
She enjoyed everything about her
new garden, especially that it was hers and that she had done work to earn it.
The purple, pink, and yellow flowers were always inviting as she walked the
path. There was a sitting stone by the creek and while on it she viewed one
frog hopping along the grasses and reeds. She was glad her mom had come outside
because she had another question. How were they going to attract more frogs to
her garden? Dad would be so happy to see them hopping and making their low
croaks to each other.
As she sat in her favorite chair,
she imagined that one day she might say hi to the neighbor children while they
were on their playground. They might say hi back, she thought. In fact, there
was a chance that the children might come up to her one day and say, "Hi,
want to play?" The sun was beginning to set and the first couple of
fireflies were twinkling in the trees. Mia smelled the sweet flowers. She knew
that if they ever did ask, she would play. Better yet, she would invite them to
her garden playground where they could enjoy watching and listening to nature with
her.