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
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.
GALLIPITY-LIP GALLIPITY LOP
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.