Kira loves all things little and in 9.25 short years she's hoarded quite an impressive collection. Yesterday, she comes to me with a glimmer of proud brilliance in her eyes and her right hand wrapped tightly around some anonymous wee treasure. She stops six inches in front of me and looks up into my eyes, that whole looking UP into my eyes thing is short lived for the children here grow like weeds, and says, "I have something for you."
Bracing myself against the counter I take the bait, "What do you have for me?" Slowly her fingers open to reveal a vaguely familiar and ever so teeny, gold bag. She explains, "This was my souvenir from the metal museum we visited in Memphis and it was supposed to bring me abundance. Ever since I got it, I've had lots of money… I thought if I gave it to you things might get a little easier."
For a variety of reasons things have been fiscally challenging at our house this summer. Okay, it would be more honest to say my family is ready to pull out of what seemed like the perfect storm of financial incidents. Or perhaps it's even more accurate to say we have been inadvertently launching all our energetic, karmic, material and other unidentified resources into blocking our abundance…or so it appears. Even accounting for my near delusional commitment to optimism and proper sheltering of the children from the harsh realities of the Bush economy and ill timed work related injuries, the children understand the situation is…hard?
I kissed her golden brown, silk framed, perfect, little forehead, squeezed the breath right out of her, thanked her, and declared her the most wonderful daughter a woman could ever want for. She carefully set her wee treasure in my hand and closed my fingers around it. I felt with complete certainty, like the richest woman in the world.
