When our granddaughter Amelia was born, my life took on a whole new meaning. My babies were twin boys, and my first grandchild was a boy. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my boys more than life. I have laughed and said that I am a great boy mom. And when Hays was born, we just carried on the traditions.
But when Amelia was born three years ago, I finally got my girl. I had squirreled away antique lace, linen, buttons, ribbons, and vintage garment patterns since I was expecting my boys 33 years ago. I would visit my stash from time to time and wonder if I would ever get to use my collection. So when she was announced, I started sewing for her, monogramming everything, and searching for the perfect shoes.
I have just lived through the most amazing thing in the world: her first dance recital. She is 3 going on 20 and loves bows, ribbons, and dresses that “twirl,” so she was in her element. As we entered the theatre and saw that enormous stage, I really wasn’t sure she would even go out there. It is overwhelming enough for adults to be before hundreds of people, but babies?
There were hundreds of doting families all waiting to see their little angels perform, all with flowers in hand for the presentation and photos afterwards. Hollywood could not do better. I picked roses from my garden and made my small presentation nosegay.
Finally after several other groups had performed, out they came from behind the curtain. Little arms and legs were flailing in all directions with reckless abandon. And each had a time for their run-and-jump ballerina solo. Hers was perfect.
Actually it was quite comical. I loved watching the girls stop and wave to their families. One couldn’t get her hair bow back on her head. Two started pushing each other trying to stand on the same star. I was having so much fun watching these three year olds on stage. I would love to know what was going on in her mind. Wouldn’t it be fantastic to really know what thoughts they have as they are going through their dance?
I love Jackie Kennedy’s words “The children have been a wonderful gift to me, and I’m thankful to have once again seen our world through their eyes.” In Bouquets of Love, I selected this quote because it reminds me of Amelia. The world through her eyes is fascinating. To really experience this I block out all the world and sit and talk with her. She sees things so clearly and makes everything alive.
Do you have a favorite quote or thought that you would share with us?