Yesterday my daughter was wearing size 4T Oshkosh jeans with pink Mary Jane's peeking out from under them. She wore a polka dot shirt and had bouncy Shirley Temple curls all over her head. She dressed her dolls in one little outfit after another, then piled them in the brown antique wicker buggy and pushed them to Grandma's house at the end of the lane. That was yesterday.
Today, my daughter is a freshman at the Art Institute in Charlotte. She has traded her Oskkoshes for something more chic, by gosh, and the Mary Jane's have been updated to a funky college slipper. Designer shirts have replaced the polka dots and she carefully irons out all those beautiful curls until her hair is sleek and shining. She dresses manequins instead of dolls and unfortunately, trips to Grandma's house are rare these days.
Talk about time travel! In the blink of an eye we sped through 15 years.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow she will probably be off in some place like New York or Paris with her own little girl who sports Shirley Temple curls and wears polka dots and Oshkosh and then gets on a plane to take her dolls to Grandma's house. Wait, that makes me the grandma. No more time travel, please.
Great blog Naomi!
ReplyDeleteGood to see Nat moving forward. We're praying for favor for her in the mountains of art and business.
Blessings,
Lamar
Time travel, what an awesome way to look at it. Because that's exactly the feeling I get in a setting that really 'takes me back'. I just never thought to put it that way.
ReplyDeleteAnd a hit and run hug? I thought that was self explanatory. One of the girls at the shop just ran up behind me, hugged me, wished me happy birthday, and ran off.
Ah the speed of life. Who said nothing can go faster than light?
ReplyDeleteSomeone who hadn't lived obviously!