it is seriously so hard to snap a picture of shoshanna mary wearing clothes lately. i'm not sure how she does it exactly, but toward the end of every day for the past month or so, she somehow finds a way to wiggle out of her clothes and ends up running merrily around our back yard, front yard, even down our steep driveway and into the neighbors' yards. fortunately, we live on a tiny dead end street, with the added benefit of neighbors whose children used to be little nudists as well. we still laugh about the time we answered the door to the then-three-year-old neighbor boy, standing totally naked and by himself on our front doorstep. "hi!" he said brightly, beaming up at us.
at times i feel guilty about how far away i feel from making that life a reality for my girl and me. things are just harder when there is only one parent. dreams get deferred, in favor of high-quality day care and rent payments and healthy food and new shoes and and and. but what i need to remember is that where we are now is just a stop on this long, twisting path. what the future holds is a total mystery to us all, whether you want to believe it or not.
and what i'm finding is that this stop isn't such a bad one, after all. because right now, my kid gets to run out the door directly into the lush flora of my mother's garden, and into the open arms of a loving little kid gang -- and more often than not, while she's totally buck naked, to boot.