My aunt asked all the women in our family to write a little something for her daughter as she embarks on the path to adulthood. So here is what I wrote to my tween cousin:
My favorite story to tell people about the beauty of
childhood stars you as the main character. You were maybe 3 or 4 years old and
we were all gathered at the grandparent’s house is West Seattle. Dinner was
taking a little longer than expected so you wandered over to the pool’s steps,
innocently sitting on the ground with your feet dangling in the pool water. As
dinner was called, Jann asked you to please not get in the pool now and to come
to the table. You declared that you were simply sitting with your feet in the
water; you were not
getting
in. A few minutes later and again Jann
is asking you to come over for dinner and to not get in to the pool. By now,
you were sitting
in the pool, on the
first step, so just your legs submerged in the water. You repeated your
declaration that you were in fact
not
in the pool, just your legs. Another few minutes and you eased yourself one
step down so that you were now up to your waist. We were all busy serving out
dinner so didn’t think to ask you again to come to the table but Jann was
watching you and I could see the wheels in your head spinning. A few moments
later, we all heard a gentle splash and a soft giggle. You had indeed hopped
into the pool and you immediately looked up at your mom, knowing that you had
now clearly acted against her wishes. Instantly, you protested, “I didn’t
get in, I
fell in!”