We travel up and down rows--the same ones they've visited for years now.
Back then, they stayed right by me, picking fruit from the bottom of the blueberry bushes.
Now--they race ahead: here, there and everywhere.
Checking in, then scampering away. On a different row altogether. But always within view.
I hear Jonathan's singing--see other pickers smile in our direction. One friendly lady stops to chat with the kids, asks jokingly if they want to come home with her.
They laugh and look in my direction.
"I guess you better stay with your mom."
I love this, since some days I still get asked if I have a daycare center.
But it's obvious to those who pay attention. Though we have vastly different skin tones and travel up and down different rows:
We belong together.
“What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.”
~ Mother Teresa