esmé is still a new-enough reader that she often stops herself a few times every page and smiles at me with the clearest blue seas of happy and asks can you believe i can do this?
i can believe she can do anything.
she reminds me it's good practice to marvel at yourself a few times every page. i mean, we're all probably doing something right now that would make someone else, somewhere else, catch their breath and think we just hung the moon. i'm sure of it.
sometimes she says things like man...i used to be so DUMB! i remember just laying in my crib thinking what am i? i don't know any words, i can't do anything...i'm just laying here! and then all i remember is walking around and talking and finally acting like a person! and it just gets better every day!
yes. we've all had those dummy days. who said tomorrow's money...it brings more sense? most likely, a rapper. anyway. it's truth. {also truth? esmé needs to be one of those cheesy motivational speakers. can you imagine? her tour could be called man...i used to be so DUMB! sold. out.}
last night she made me promise i'll stick around and help her grow up. because she thinks there's a lot more for her to know. she can just tell.
some days i think i'm severely under-qualified for this job. and then immediately after that, i think there's at least one person in the world who would look at whatever it is i'm doing right now in the middle of the afternoon and catch her breath and think i just hung the moon.
it's hitting me that i'm leaving my mom again. everyone, really. but, my mom...
ugh. can't put this one into words, i guess.
yep. that about covers it.
13 comments:
swoon-eriffic! "i remember just laying in my crib..." keep hangin' the moon, would you?
that girl just slays me. :)
xox,
susan
I was that one person, on the other side of the world who is marvelling at what you can do.
You don't just make people, you make whimsical little fairy people who say things that make me feel silly for not thinking of them myself.
Please white down everything she says, put it in a big leather bound book and send it to me so I can read it whenever I feel a little jaded?
i do the same thing with everyone of your beautiful, stinking posts....
"i can't believe that she can do this?!?!?"
every single time-i've never missed one...and i often go back and stalk the old ones...
you move me with the most everyday moments, and write them into james horner scored masterpieces.
you give such good read.
love,
katie
you might think you're under-qualified, but i can't imagine anyone better. you have three key pieces of evidence over there.
i would hire esme in an instant. a reminder like that is precisely what i need daily, especially since i often take for granted what i can do because i'm always dreaming about all the other things i need to learn. i guess, maybe sometimes, i'm pretty awesome too.
proof is in the pudding' - you're over qualified! both of you pretty much hang the moon.
I actually do think you hung the moon....and I think Esme did too....a family of moon hangers! That's what you are! :) I am so sorry you are leaving your mom....and I adore you!
xo
Melis
Don't worry kar. you carry her heart in your heart, and she carries your heart in her heart. distance and time are nuthin, trust me.
there's no doubt in my mind you hung the moon from the most beautiful (and perfect) spot in the universe ~ i wouldn't expect anything less from wonderful you. lucky, lucky, lucky those girlies three are to have you.
*sigh* you have such lovely things to say. and the way you decide to say them always makes me feel like I'm looking at the world through a freshly cleaned window. I appreciate a clean window...
you hang the moon daily and shine upon those girlies of yours! and oh, "i used to be so dumb," is perfection! you could help her start writing the material! xo . t
Esme is such an old soul. So beyond her years and more evolved than most adults I know.
I kind of feel like you hang the moon for all of us. Don't you dare eye-roll, either! You've given me so many little nuggets on life and parenting, things I continually share with people, advice that plays in my head when I'm indecisive or up shit's creek. Here's my favorite...
When Devon was an infant, she was (and still is) super opinionated, wildly shaking her head and screaming and whatnot. So, you sent me this email (and it's easy to quote word for word, because I SAVE your EMAILS like a mother-flipping SUPER-FAN):
"...in my opinion, they come with their personality in hand. you will have some sway, but know that she's acting exactly how she's supposed to act.
because you wouldn't want a quiet loser baby. did i just write that?!"
GEMS, I tell you! GEMS! Every last one of 'em.
I love this one so much.
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