Yesterday the redhead turned 25.
I gave her two pairs of shoes. Neither extravagant nor bold, as presents go. However, these days I know a lot about walking comfortably and I’ve always tried to use everything I know – as best I can – to be a mom. Lucky mothers get to do that. The limits are implied if not overt.
Just realized that I’ve been focused on her feet for years. We’ve got a plastic bag of 14 Freed pointe shoes in her closet at home. Never used, because she got injured and put them aside. Never sold because, well, eBay is scary, and one never knows when one might just want to pull out the bag of pink satin and stand, quite still, in an empty bedroom.
This is not mournful. It’s just fact. The person who stands still only does so for a very brief moment.
More often I use her room for the ironing board. All that hissing and clanking and the smell of hot cloth. I think as long as you keep a space open, you can use it in many ways.
Happy Birthday sweet pea. Thanks for making me a mom. I love you more than very much.
The photo above is from a college dance performance. Used with permission from the beloved model.