They Might be Gods

It rained two inches on Thursday. But, because it was warmer, and there was no thunder, and, even more importantly, because school let out early, I let the kids play outside in the drizzle. Our driveway is not flat and thus develops great puddles and eddies when it rains. Perfect for splashing in. Then they began to sail leaf-boats and I suggested they were giants stomping over a little world.

But they wanted to be gods. Sis was the god of the sea, Poseidon, while Bud was Athena, god of crafts and wisdom. I was Artemis, in charge of all the animals, since I helped them save a worm. We splashed around the continents and oceans and peppered the lands with leaves and dug up and redistributed mud, wreaking havoc, causing floods, but sometimes taking care of the little people. We were good gods for the most part. Well, except for the flood.

So, I mentioned Noah and Gilgamesh, telling them that most cultures have flood narratives. All they could wonder is how all the animals of the world could fit in an ark. And I didn't even mention the unicorns . . . .