Their coats are washable.
The shoes will dry, with time.
Pants can be washed and dried, as well as their bodies.
Their socks will survive.
Each and every worry that races in my mind
As they ride and splash and jump
Through every single tiny body of water,
It’s all such a minuscule anxiety
When you’re considering the bigger picture.
The picture that matters more than wet socks
Or muddy bikes
Or tiny cold toes.
What matters more than all of those combined
Is the absolute bliss
Called childhood.