"A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot." Alan Beck
I have just one voicemail I keep in the archives on my phone. Its not from my husband, or the boys. Its the cutest, tiniest girl's voice. It goes something like this... "Hi Bicky, Vicky. I miss you. I want to come to your house. I love you." Then her mother's voice says "tell Vicky who you are." And in the sweetest, sniffling, voice she announces "Its me!" I listen to it every so often and melt every time.
Two years ago I spent 12 weeks taking care of the owner of that voice, Miss E, and her sister Miss L, while their daycare provider took maternity leave.
Two years and they still remember me? And ask to come back and visit me?
It took 2.2 seconds for them to walk in the door yesterday morning and resume our old routines.
We dove right into our usuals- colors, markers, paper and bursts of tag to burn off some energy. Miss E is 5 now and goes to preschool in the afternoons. In fact all the new things she can do is because "now I"m five, so I can." Wouldn't it be great if we adults thought that way? Now I'm 44, so I can... imagine all we could do...
And this little dynamo is almost 3... seriously, she was a baby that I fed and rocked and held when she first started coming. Now Miss L talks up a storm and you just shake your head up and down and smile a lot trying to keep up with her.
"She has the Spirit of the sun, The Moods of the moon, The Will of the wind."
Author: Julie Perkins Cantrell
We had lots of impromptu dance performances and lots of "ta-da's" with them.
"Remember when all we had to do was to keep our ponytails straight and catch fireflies?"
Before she left E shared with me... "I missed you so much. But I'll be back tomorrow, and the next day and the next. And all the rest of the days after that!"
They left around noon with hugs and kisses and I held on for an extra second or two knowing they won't be coming today. It was with a bit of sadness that I realized how exhausted I was after just half a day. But exhausted from doing all sorts of things that brought me immense joy, is the kind of exhaustion I'll take any day.