Thursday, August 13, 2009

Photographic Memory

I don't want to be the kind of parent that lives life from behind a camera - but there are certain times that I wish I had one ready to capture a perfect moment. Instead I focus on the details of the moment, trying to etch them in my memory, freeze them in time as a reminder of the blessings of my life.

One such moment happened on Wednesday night after church. One of Wendy's favorite things about church is running in the auditorium afterwards. It's a privilege she only gets when she's been good, and she really loves it - the freedom, the speed, the joy of it all. We let her do it because it's in an out-of-the-way area, so she won't mow down any little old ladies, and she's perfectly safe and confined.

I watched her run on Wednesday night, and this is what I saw:

A faded patchwork sundress

Tanned shoulders

Sturdy legs (bruised & mosquito-bitten)

Arms flung out to the sides

Head tilted back

Pigtails streaming behind her like twin contrails

Blue eyes snapping & sparkling

Wide smile, full of joy and life and laughter and exuberance and WENDY.

I hope I always remember that picture.


Last fall, we got The Wild Little Horse, by Rita Gray, from the Imagination Library. It quickly became one of Wendy's favorite books, since it is about a "baby howwise." In reading it to her over and over again, I began to think of it as a book about Wendy - my very own Wild Little Horse.

"And now he's off, racing past,
running, running, running fast!
He runs with the wind held in his mane,
a wild horse, no longer tame.
This wild horse might never stop!"

My own wild little horse is strong, and independent, and smart, and beautiful, and I wonder how she will change the world.


Heather @ Not a DIY Life said...

Beautifully written! That is definitely a memory that will be etched in your mind's eye. Doesn't your heart just burst when you watch her?

Megan (FriedOkra) said...

I can imagine it so easily! You've done a great job of decribing it - no picture necessary. She sounds like such a cutie pie. I always laugh at your Tweets about her antics. :) I can see why your Dad loved this one.

Amber @ Classic Housewife said...

Speaking of imagery! ;)
Funny how we both wrote about memories today but in so very different ways.

I can just picture her running around the auditorium too. I hope you remember it always. :)