I have the good fortune to walk Meera to her pre-school every morning. We walk by our neighborhood and cross a park on her way to school. It’s Meera’s field trip (picnic) everyday, and I am her lucky guide.
Along the way we pass a house with colorful phlox bounding over the low garden wall. After a few days of taking pics in front of the blooms, now Meera runs on ahead and poses in front of the phlox. The above pic was on Tuesday when the rains held off graciously. Sorry for the blown highlights on her cheeks, a grating irritation of iPhone cameras.
Then on Wednesday it was raining, but Meera ran on ahead (with her Superman umbrella in tow) and observed the flowers had wilted. As I caught up with her, she asked why the flowers were sleeping (based on an earlier discussion); I explained it was the rain. Then …
She brought her right index finger to her lips with a *shhh* and whispered, “Pappa, shhhhh, the flowers are sleeping.” Then brought her palms together, tilts her face and closes her eyes to denote “sleep.” Then points to her rain boots and takes small steps, implying we should walk softly.
I paused and breathed in this moment, to etch this ecstasy for all posterity. So years later when I may not understand her teenage mind, I can find solace in this moment, … and cherish it then. Coz its the same little girl who so wows me now. See update on Meera and Spiderman.
Life is indeed beautiful and I count my blessings every day!
Meera, the Boston Years