The Texture Of Things

These are the days**

November 1st, 2007

when I breathe relief, these are the days that I never thought I’d see.

A year ago, I bought a small red knee pad for gardening. It is decorated with a yellow duck in a silly hat. I bought that pad for the tot, yet it never left the plastic bag it came in. All summer long, all fall, all winter, the duck stared at me through clear plastic and I wondered if maybe I bought it just to torture myself. “Here is one more thing,” it taunted,” that your daughter will never want a part of. Park me with the pint-sized garden gloves and the Backyardigans trowel and regret the cash you spent on me. Silly amy! Thinking she’d ever see her daughter get dirty – ha!”

But she does get dirty now. Tonight I had to wipe her down with a wet washcloth to get her reasonably clean enough for bed.* And all the dirt on her body and clothes was put there by her. Voluntarily. Without asking first if she could play in the front garden. She just dug in and started flinging dirt everywhere, wiping soil across her shirt and shorts without a care.

*Oh crap. I forgot to wash her face. It was filthy when we came in – did it get clean, I hope, when she brushed her teeth?

**I found this in my drafts folder, written on 7/11/7. I decided to leave it as it was.

1 Comment »

  1. coffeypot says

    Halleluiah for the dirt! In the summertime when I was a kid my momma though I had a perpetual dirt necklace. You know? Those little dirt balls in the crease of your neck that looks like a necklace? I washed them off every night, but they were back the next evening. I think it is one of those things that make a boy grow into a man. That a girl would do something like that is sooo cool. Enjoy the dirt.

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