Kitty was only six when her father died. The others were teenagers. By the time I emerged from my zombie-like state following his death (It took a long time) they were well on their way to moving on to the big, wide, wonderful world. Kit and I were left to ourselves.
I remember a card she gave me - for a Mothers' Day, I think - in which she thanked me for showing her the world. But in truth we found it together, and she went on to introduc
This child had wanderlust. All my life I dreamed of faraway places, but rarely explored them, for a variety of reasons - or excuses. She made it happen for herself, and sometimes for me as well.
When she was little, as with the other three, I saw the places we visited and things we did through her eyes and thrilled to the excitement. As she grew and traveled farther she was generous in sharing her words and her photos with me. I have visited her and her friends in an international dorm at school. That was an enlightening
Kitty would tell you that she is a writer, not a teacher. But we are all teachers in this life. And she does it better than most.
Gee. Do you think Mom might be just a little prejudiced?
1 comment:
Very nice. A lot of people try to live their lives through their children. You are living your life with your children and enjoying it.
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