Only in childhood can we don a fuzzy yellow Tweedy Bird snow cap in July…in L.A. and walk into a Hallmark store to do a little browsing. Only in innocence can we wear what peaks our fancy and be thrilled with only our perception of how we look.
Tea parties and princess dreams. Rhinestones and mom’s shoes. It doesn’t matter that nothing fits, only that we know we are beautiful and special. Only in innocence is the mirror our friend, a magical insight into who we think we are and who we will become.
Now my life is with daughters who are “becoming.” Clearly, innocence had its place. A place we are leaving behind. To survive, innocence must go. You can’t be a grown woman in a Tweedy Bird hat. Although, I’m pretty sure Hannah would still walk into a Hallmark store in that hat, just because she would know that it’s funny and, thankfully, she can trust her perception of how she looks. The mirror is still her friend. I wonder when that changes?
“Mommy, why do you drink so much coffee?”
“In a word…you.”