and now, much older, I still speak as a child, and the thinking?? I would have to improve quite a bit in order to say I could outsmart a 1st grader.
My mother had brain and lung cancer. The symptoms displayed most were watching her change day by day. Her crystal blue eyes became even more brilliant. When told she could no longer drive, she walked everywhere in our small town. One day she said, “I know I’m growing backwards, I can see it in yours and others’ eyes. But I wouldn’t trade a moment of standing beside a rose in bloom, just talking to it. Nor the chance to actually stop and talk to the neighbors while on my errands.”
We were able to share 6 seasons before she died. And I learned something each time we ambled together. She giggled more. We blew dandelion fuzz everywhere, we made snow angels.
I believe as we retrograde from adulthood to childhood there must be a cleansing that takes place. It allows us to see with a child’s eyes, and just love all of God’s creations, like each day was Christmas and brand new.
Bless you, Bevvie. I’m glad they broke the mold when you were born, but I don’t mind just having a few chips of you in my heart.
With love, your Kid
Note to self: make more wishes.