Tuesday, March 25, 2003
This is one of the reasons that some people I know get up in the morning.
I hate to be overly dramatic. I usually save those kinds of emotions for more frivolous and shallow things like sales at Saks or Coach and people stealing my favorite pens at the office. But this, this is something to be a little dramatic about.
I am horrible with children. Don’t get me wrong. Children don’t necessarily abhor me, however, they don’t ever spread their arms in joy, wanting to be picked up and spun around in airplane fashion by me either. So until my niece came along, children and I had a respectful and distanced relationship. But this little gem, this little light of my eye, this little, shall I say (at the risk of sounding cliché) ‘angel’ is one thing that melts my cold, child-wary heart and makes me want to melt into a pile of goo that utters nothing but nonsense words and Barney songs. And at other times, when she is like this, face to the wind, squinting at it’s power and feel upon her cheeks, I wonder if she isn’t already wiser than my years, yet astounded at how simple things like wind and bees and butterflies can be. It reminds me of the power that children have over people and how they can lose it once we teach them more civilized things like politeness and political correctness.
We’ve been absent for some time. We’ve been busy doing things like spending time with the kid above as well as moving on in life. To which, I suppose, I will elaborate more on later.
posted by paula
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