Children's feet amaze me. My daughter, at the ripe old age of 2 years, has feet that never fail to make me smile. Children do not care what their feet look like, how dirty they are, or if the toenails are painted. In fact, I have clear memories of when I was little and not caring if my feet were dirty or not.
Ever since my daughter was born I would kiss her feet while changing her diaper, after a bath, when she woke up/went to bed, and just to make her smile. What is it about feet that we loose sight of as we grow older? We become more aware of all the "things" we step in, so we're less likely to want to touch someone else's feet. They seem to get "uglier" with age. When it comes small children, their feet are always adorable.
On a trip up north one weekend I captured a picture of Melanie's feet while she was sleeping in the car seat. That picture alone captures so many emotions for me. The crossing of her feet at the ankles to rest on one another; dependence. The curvature of her toes as she wiggles them during her sleep; endless energy. Yes, I would have to say that her toddler toes are an amazing summary of what makes children so enduring... the innocence of something real that will be tainted later with age. Until that occurrs, her toes and feet will be kissed.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Annual Sanity Trip
It is only three days until the annual bed-and-breakfast trip my sister and I make for her birthday. It would be great if all the ladies from our family could go, but it always ends up being my sister and I. I look forward to this every year and consider it my "Sanity Trip".
Why do I call it this... let's see. There is the fact that it gives me two nights away from everything that normally occupies my mind. It is close enough to home that if an emergency would occur I can get back quickly. It is in an old farm house that has been converted to guest rooms with their own bathrooms. There is fresh coffee every morning with flavored liquid creamer. There is a two course breakfast that always has way too much food for me to eat, but I shove it all in. It gives me a moment to center myself. It helps me remember that I am an individual in addition to all the other things I have to morph into during any other day. It gives me time to think for myself instead of laundry, bills, my child, my husband, the dogs, work, how dirty the bathroom/living room/family room/kitchen/bedrooms are, what I should cook for breakfast, what I should cook for supper, work, work, work... and did I mention work?
Too many times I feel myself being pulled is so many different directions. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be happy unless my life was full of "to-do's" and "task lists". However, there comes a point in every Master Multi-Tasker's life where things have to slow down, regroup, and calm down enough for the mind to refresh itself. This trip, to me, is my Sanity Trip.
Why do I call it this... let's see. There is the fact that it gives me two nights away from everything that normally occupies my mind. It is close enough to home that if an emergency would occur I can get back quickly. It is in an old farm house that has been converted to guest rooms with their own bathrooms. There is fresh coffee every morning with flavored liquid creamer. There is a two course breakfast that always has way too much food for me to eat, but I shove it all in. It gives me a moment to center myself. It helps me remember that I am an individual in addition to all the other things I have to morph into during any other day. It gives me time to think for myself instead of laundry, bills, my child, my husband, the dogs, work, how dirty the bathroom/living room/family room/kitchen/bedrooms are, what I should cook for breakfast, what I should cook for supper, work, work, work... and did I mention work?
Too many times I feel myself being pulled is so many different directions. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be happy unless my life was full of "to-do's" and "task lists". However, there comes a point in every Master Multi-Tasker's life where things have to slow down, regroup, and calm down enough for the mind to refresh itself. This trip, to me, is my Sanity Trip.
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