“Go ahead honey,” someone encourages. She shakes her head, but when we pretend to turn away she suddenly decides she wants to show us, lifts her sweet voice and chants her melody of praise — practiced and perfected in a ballet class of two year-olds — raising her hands, extolling the Lord…and bringing back my childhood…
My mom kneels before me, her hands gently pushing my shiny white patent leathers on over my scarlet socks with the white lace trim. “Slip your toes in, Pam,” she says. As I do, I sing out…”ohh!” I love these colors together!
In this very moment, here with friends, that same fresh-discovered joy wonders over me. That feel of standing and turning my feet in and out to admire, like Dorothy reveling in her ruby slippers.
How lovely it is to link hearts with this little one as wispy memories float up and over me, like bubbles in strawberry soda.
For I am joining our little entertainer as a sort of child partner now… feeling the gaiety she knows in twirling her frilly skirt… her eating up our pleased praise. My eyes sparkle to hers, in that little-girl effervescent feeling… this dress, my fancy shoes, make me feel Shirley Temple pretty…
And simultaneously… I am watching as an adult…
While JOY is taking a sunbeam twirl around our circle in this room, and in this moment, I think I feel His smile warm.
On the past… on the present… and what is to come.
© Pam Depoyan
(Joining to Five Minute Friday word prompt of ‘red’)