These month-in-review posts are a self-indulgent treat for me – I get to sit and navel gaze about my own habits and activities, likes and dislikes, reads and view over the past weeks. I was all set to go about looking at the last 30 days when April showers turned to flood.
“Use two hands,” I used to say. I don’t have to say it often anymore. She knows when to use two hands. For hugs, for spreading open to the world, for twirling, for riding her two-wheeler.
Two hands to paint bold masterpieces of my heart, and, in measured time, two hands to hold her work back so as to cast a critical eye. Two hands to add a dab, a spot, a splosh.
Two hands hold onto mine because she wants to dance and for her, dancing is largely variations on Ring Around the Rosie.