she is not afraid. no she is not. she is, bold and she explores and she moves away from me to seek out far corners of our space all the time. and she climbs too.
the other day i got a sub at the greek pizza place down the street. the man at the register was friendly and smitten with her and her eager little smile.
“what is her name?” he asked me. and when i told him he said, “that is a greek name.”
“it is russian,” i said.
“greek,” he assured me laughingly “goggle it it or whatever, you find greek.”
“well, in this case it is russian – she is named after my great aunt who was born and bred in russia.”
“it is greek,” he insisted, “you know what it means?”
“life,” i answered him, “life.” and for a moment we were both silent. looking at her with matching adoration.
“this one,” he said gesturing her way, i can see she will grab life by the horns when she is older. this world better watch out.”
i am her mama, my eyes got teary. i hugged her with all my might. i nodded and took my lunch to go.
truth is, this baby girl doesn’t bother to wait until she gets older. she has been a life grabber since the moment my midwife caught her on the bathroom floor. open heart, bright smile, big aura soaking up the world and never even considering holding her self back.