I want to see a big, big nest, she ll say straight in my face, or I keep my eyes open for a mama deer. And all this enthusiasm rubs off. I learn from her. And I think there is a victory in that. I want her to like lots and lots of things.
Life is sweet, love is essential.
She rehearses aloud what she s after as if she intended each repetition to be a pen stroke she could refer to later. And she s positive. Her enthusiasm is not dulled by the reality of what she can really have and what she can really see, what her limits are or what the world s limits are. And I find myself wondering what it is I m rehearsing, etching into my brain to refer to later. Parenting is a wonder.