Wednesday, May 5, 2010
swimming with my neighbor....
then, she lowered herself to the second step, her little two piece swim skirt bloomed out in the water encircling and delighting her. she was a blue and white striped flower. this happy sight made her squeal with delightfulness. she got so happy she decided to skip along the second step back and forth and back and forth again. once she was hopping on one foot, next she was jumping in big leaps. after that she did big swoony dips and broke into song. i am pretty sure she was making up the song as she went. pure happy expression. this lead her to showing me how to do "sasheys" - uhm she is in ballet class. it was very petite and pretty. she told me of her favorite princesses and her favorite princess p.j.s she was going to wear to bed tonight. she also chatted about the t.v. show dora the explorer and a few other ones i had never heard of. i listened to her wisdom.
then she got serious and asked me if i thought she could go down one more step - the third step. the water would come up to her chin. i thought this over. then i told her yes, i thought she could do that - i thought she was brave enough. and so very gently and carefully she lowered herself to the third step.
her eyes were very wide - goosebumps popping up everywhere. she then tiptoed across the step and then back again - before i knew it she had done it many times and she was singing again. hopping, leaping, dancing flying - all of it - all on my third step. she said the water was not cold at all. but i still only wanted to dangle my feet. she understood.
next she saved a bug's life. it caused her pause. she reflected on the time a bee was in her wading pool and how she scooped it up and it flew away. she said that she saved it from falling asleep forever and ever and never waking up again.
that was good to know -such a kind soul. i felt safe with her there.
we chit-chatted about other things - her preschool and her friends, her new puppy and her baby brother. we talked about my cat and whether she could visit her. i told her yes. yes she can.
what's her name? she wanted to know.
"it's miss dior" i told her.
"oh, missss dior", she said as if the name made perfect sense.
so we dried off and went indoors to pet miss dior. afterwards she felt compelled to draw me a picture. the one you see here. it has miss dior and a very beautiful heart and some grass and some random letters. i asked her what the letters meant - she shrugged, they were just letters.
time to go home. mom had food ready.
in that half hour i learned so much. to think that i have been missing all the fun all these years. i never knew that the key to such absurd happiness lies on our third stair in our big pool. and the love of miss dior.
what if i went to our third step in the big pool and starting belting out in song and dancing and twirling. hopping and sasheying. then what if i felt compelled to shoot into the house to pet the cat and draw a pictures of her and pretty hearts and random letters.
what if i could do that....that would be awesome. i feel a little jealous of my little friend. she can do that and she can do something like that everyday and every minute if she wants to.
i would be afraid to be that way now. someone would put me away. for good. i would be marked as the village looney-tune.
but, i feel sure that if she knew that i was afraid and worried that i couldn't do it, she would probably put her hand gently on my knee and say "yes you can, you can be brave and you can do it too." and with that, she would give me a big wide grin with all of her teeth showing at once. cause that's how she does it.