to love her.
The little girl you used to be.”
~ Kiana Llanos
I have been thinking of her a lot lately...the little girl I used to be. Then a sweet little girl appears in one of my paintings {you can see her & her message here} to remind me of the joy, the light & the innocence we all once had, so I felt the need to write even more...to remember.
She had big blue eyes
and even bigger dimples.
She was so ticklish
that it almost hurt.
She loved to sing & twirl.
She had a few nicknames growing up.
Her Grandma called her "sister Susie"
Her Dad called her "Sue"
Her friends called her "Sandy"
and when she wasn't being a good girl
she was called "Sandra Marie".
She didn't like being mistaken for a boy
since her Mom kept her hair short.
Even though she turned into quite a tom boy
always playing sports with the boys
and always trying to keep up with them
or even better...beat them.
She had a vivid imagination.
She would climb trees with her friends
and pretend it was a rocket ship
that could land on other planets.
She would sit at her Grandma's desk
for hours and pretend
she was running an office.
She loved to draw & paint.
She would go to the dime store
and buy paint by number kits
of animals with velvet backgrounds...
mostly of horses - she always
wanted a horse - and was known
to bring home stray animals
that followed her home from school.
She was even a collector of things
she loved way back then
tucking them away in a small chest
that her Grandpa had built.
She thought her Mom was beautiful.
She watched in admiration as
everyone loved her Mother.
She wanted to be like her when she grew up.
She and her "big" little brother
were very competitive
and argued often
but she always knew
he would stick up for her
and put any bullies in their place.
She loved being at her Grandma's house.
She felt love there. She could be herself.
Grandma always knew how to make
everything better...everything.
Now this little girl is one week away from being 50 years old. As I read the list of memories, I see how I am still the same in many ways. I am still very ticklish and pedicures can be a wee bit torturous at certain points. Those things I pretended at my Grandma's desk, I do every day at work. Art took a back seat for many, many years but creativity is my heart. I am still a collector of memories and things that touch my heart. My Mom is still beautiful at 71 years old. I know wholeheartedly my brother still has my back always. My Grandma is now an angel...just as she was in my eyes here on Earth.
Oh, and twirling...it is still one of my all time favorite things! I think it's time to go dancing & laugh until my cheeks hurt. Who's in?
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