Black sandals on the porch
I miss my mom
400 miles down the coast
Too far for a creaky old car
It took me years to realize
Our shoe sizes are not the sane.
On our way home from preschool today Phoebe told me, “Mommy, Lily called me little.”
“What do you think of that?” I inquired. Being “little” is a touchy subject; sometimes she yearns to be a baby again and other times she wants nothing more than to grow up quickly.
“She was just kidding. I’m a small-big. I’m a different kind of big.”
This makes me so happy to hear. It demonstrates that she believes:
- “I don’t have to agree with your perceptions.”
- “I don’t have to take offense to what you say.”
- “I am worthy by my own standards.”
Right on, Phoebe.