Friday, May 29, 2009
I have one daughter. I remember the day she was born. They laid her in my arms. She was tiny with a little bow mouth. A tiny nose and large dark eyes. We brought her home from the hospital and doted over her. The first time she turned over was a major event. She never did sit up. She was too busy crawling. Sitting up would have meant being still. I think that was our first hint as to her future. She never knew how to slow down. Her crawl was fast. Seeing her in her walker was like watching a tiny car zoom past. She loved her walker...it was faster than crawling. Chicken Noodle Soup was her favorite meal. If I set anything else before her she refused to eat it. She survived my ignorance and grew into a beautiful young woman.