/ baby steps towards an old/new project . . .
// 'draw me something to colour in mummy', she said,
/// the barefoot ballerina who'd been off school for 3 days, fluttering about in fairy
wings a little bored, perhaps, but still in love with the endless possibilities of home.
so if you squint at no2 you'll see a cartoon of a little person bravely carrying
her childhood burdens (before a. was born i used to think this was a purely
carefree time, i know much better now) her prickly temper on top :)
the nights have been delicious, cool and breezy, rustling palms, a faint scent of jasmine
but it's hotting up, 36C today . . .
a great week to you!
in case she misses a leaf, a stone, you never know
'we don't have this one in our collection, mamma'
her trophy from our walk in the old town
she could not quite believe such a job existed in real life
when a friend, a heart transplant surgeon, visited the other day
so i suggested she too might become a doctor and help people one day
she sighed hard and said
'but there is so much else i want to be when i grow up'
'like what, my sweet'
'well, i want to be a mummy'
should i tell her a mother's job is never done
the client is rarely satisfied
the pay is - what pay?
there are no holidays or changes of career
but i wouldn't want to curb her ambition :)
so i hug her and tell her the truth
that it's the best job in the world
the greatest privilege
in a crisis, people will either take care
or take advantage of one another.
our next-door neighbour, who is unemployed,
has been bringing fresh country eggs for a. every week
in that old-fashioned 'let's keep the children healthy' way
i remember from my childhood
and her gesture moves me deeply.
a freshly made bed and nobody at home
the bliss of a 5-minute hot-day siesta :)
have a beautiful week!