the process of remembering: a photoblog by andrew huth

“Waves”

I haven’t seen these kids in a long long time.  As it is with many things in life, it’s complicated.  Regardless of the complexities I’m ashamed that too much time has passed since I last held these two in my lanky and awkward arms.  Among the many things about children that I love and admire is that they forgive quickly and love without measure.  As soon as I saw them, it didn’t take them more than a few seconds to run once again into my awkward and failing arms to hold onto me as tight as their small bony bodies would allow them and said into my ears, “hi, I love you.”  It took every ounce in me to not just sob right there and then (later on when I had to say goodbye and they wouldn’t let go, I allowed myself to let it flow).  I guess it’s another failing of being an adult—we hold onto our emotions as if they are dangerous or shameful.  Kids don’t.  I love that about them.  And just like that, the past was forgotten and it was all giggles and play.  Life is complicated and moments like this are rare.  Things don’t always get fixed with a hug and a whisper, but sometimes I sure wish they did.