November 28, 2011 § 1 Comment
Dear Little Bird.
You learned to ride your bike in three short lessons. And your momma would like to take credit thank-you-very-much. First we practiced balancing on your bike at the high-school track. Then we balanced some more on a slight hill. Finally when I told you that you weren’t allowed to use the pedals, you gave me a look that said, “Seriously, mom?” and you took off pedaling. I learned a little something about you that day. All you need is a challenge and a hill. Awesome. Just awesome.
Oh, and the fact that you turned your couple tumbles into yoga stretches? Brilliant.
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November 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
Dear Little Bird, Dear Little Tiger.
It’s official. You are the girliest of girls. Non-stop talk of princesses. Wishing everything were pink. Begging to put on makeup. And digging through my jewelry when I’m not looking.
When I came across these lovelies from the back of my drawer, I couldn’t help but insist you play with them. Gorgeous vintage glass beads strung together to make very special clip-on earrings. You happily obliged.
I think these earrings started with your great-grandma. Perhaps your grandma wore them out a time or two. And I’ve imagined myself a princess when I put on the matching necklace. It’s your turn now. Princess away!
November 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
Dear Little Bird. Dear Little Tiger.
We had everything all lined up the night before. Pink tights. Black leotards. Pink slippers. Pony tails. And a special ballet bag.
I wasn’t sure you’d be able to sleep the night before your big day. But you did. And we made it on time.
Your teacher Miss Emily? Patient. Kind. Perfect.
Your dancing? A treat to watch. Pointing toes. Bending knees. Arms held up. Hands just so.
I can’t wait to see more next week.