What happens in those quiet moments when you're near 50, living in the 'burbs with kids and husband in tow, teaching law to undergrads, and a hopeful liberal? You grab a coffee and read a few blogs. Write one.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Bouquet
Yesterday afternoon, M went on a walk with her dad around our neighborhood, leaving me preparing for class. Near five, she came into my office, her steps slow and deliberate, her hands cupping a tiny vase. I couldn't see what was inside. Her head dipped forward and she wore the barest of smiles on her face.
"Flowers for you, mama."
I chuckled a little because from my place at the desk, I couldn't see any flowers. I thought she was imagining them, I thought she saw a large bouquet, bursts of color spreading upwards, out. I said, in my most admiring voice, "How wonderful!"
When she got close to me, close enough so I could see her sweet hazel eyes, her heart-gripping smile, she handed me the vase. When I looked down, there were two daisies, floating in the water, the petals pressed against the porcelain, deep inside the well.
A truly beautiful bouquet.
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5 comments:
Isn't it great when children introduce us to new ways of seeing the world? There's so much magic in this...
Thank you so much, narrator - that was exactly my intention. What I love about those types of moments is that they always take you by surprise.
Oh rick, thank you.
How sweet, Adriana. Children make this planet a fair place to be. :)
Adriana, I agree, this is a beautiful piece. I haven't felt a smile in my heart like that in a very long time. Thank you.
Thank you Josh, Dayna and Daphne. :) I'm so glad you came by.
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