I have no time to write, as life begins again this morning in earnest. But I have to share this …
That was my girl yesterday.
Owning the ice.
The place where, in her words, she is free.
She asked to participate in a New Year’s Day exhibition. The first since she’s been back to skating.
The dress was her ‘big’ Christmas gift – made just for her.
It fit the song, she said. It just felt right. Yes, that was the one.
It cost an arm and a leg. And it was worth every penny.
She looked like an angel.
I’ve never been more proud. Not because she looked so beautiful. Not because she skated so well.
I was proud because she worked hard at something she loves. Because she found the thing that makes her feel most like herself and she grabbed it with both hands.
Oh, and the song she chose?
Yes, I’m one proud Mama.
You, you may say
I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one