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Violet is
blowing bubbles in the backyard. Sweet potatoes are sitting on the countertop,
ready to be baked and stuffed with black beans and scrambled eggs for dinner. Are you gonna put that spinach in the dinner?
Violet calls through the kitchen window. It’s a cool day, the promise of warmer
weather is on the horizon, and we all are anxiously awaiting it.
The Paris
and Switzerland guidebooks are strewn about the dining room table. We are just
a few weeks out from our two-week grand adventure. Packing lists are started.
To-do lists to finish up the school year and to finish out the semester are on
post-its all over the house. A scribbled quote from John Muir graces the back
of an old church bullention read “As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and
birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood,
storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild
gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.” I read it again and
take a deep yoga breath.
Lily has
been practicing for her upcoming piano recital. “The Can-Can” is playing on
repeat in my head. The playroom looks like a tornado hit, but in reality the
girls spent the entire afternoon setting up an elaborate Hotel Glorys yesterday with a bookstore, a dress shop, spa and
restuarant. Signs made with sharpies and decorated with stickers are are
hanging with washbi tape off the walls and stuffed animals litter the floor.
Last night
at dinner, Daisy tells us she is writing an autobiography in school. She wrote
about her early years, present day and now she’s working on the future. She
tells us she wrote that she is planning on going to Stanford University and she
wants to be a veterinarian as her career. What
happened to being a singer, we ask?
Later as
we are snuggled up with our books, she an old copy of Nancy Drew and The Secret of the Old Clock and me the second book
in the The Tail of Emily Windsnap
series, she tells me that she wants to have a job that will make the world a
better place. She wonders outloud, Do
writers make the world a better place?
As I
survey her room, her journal filled with poems and musings sitting atop her
nightstand, a carboard storyboard outlining her story and illustrations of a
marshmallows terrible fate becoming a s’more, and the stack of early reader
books she created for Lily, I tell her about John Lennon and his song “Imagine”
– he came, he sang and people listened. His music inspired and challenged
people to believe there could, one day, be a world without hate. I remind her
that poets and artists and novelists of every generation have shaped the way we
view language and culture and ideas. We talk about Shakespeare: he managed to
reinvent a form, and in doing so, he completely changed culture itself. I tell
Daisy she would make an excellent author, illustrator, musician or vet.
I tell
her, whatever she chooses to do, she will do out of love, and ultimately, that
will make the world a better place.
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