Fake Spring #2 has started here. It's wonderful and Daughter and I enjoyed a long walk around the neighborhood. We went down to the river and threw in some rocks. She talked and I listened. That's the thing about being quiet, you end up listening a lot and that's okay. I prefer it. You also become really adept at reading non verbal cues; figuring out what people mean even though they aren't saying it. I don't have to do that with Daughter though. She's young and just says what she means. It's a trait I admire, but we all lose it because it's not socially acceptable. I wish I could bottle it for her so she'll always have it. That and her wonder. She still thinks there are diamonds in the snow and a rock is a seashell. Let her think it; it makes the world seem more magical.
On my twitter feed there's a frightening new diet trend. I want to start a revolution where we teach our daughters to love themselves by modelling a world in which we love ourselves. A world in which we eat right because it makes our bodies feel good, but we don't feel guilty and criticize ourselves for an occasional slice of pizza. Surely I can't be the only one?
