My granddaughter drew a picture. I love that she has curved ears, and expressive eyebrows. Her legs are neatly inside the shorts, and her arms are wrapped in sleeves. Perhaps the fabric is sheer. Her neck is remarkably stable considering the precariousness of her collar bone. There are magic powers afloat between her and her friend, as well there should be when your shirt is so stylish as to have concentric triangles. If I had such a top I would wear it every day.

 

The sun is pouring down playfully, next to a wiggle of clouds. What a lovely day to be alive, and sharing it with a friend. 

 

But maybe the most remarkable part is her tooth. It is missing, and has been for some time. Since its exit was premature, the replacement has not yet been notified to emerge, and the empty space has become part of how our granddaughter sees herself. In fact, the empty space is the only colored part of the picture. Maybe it is her tongue peeking out. 

 

Getting a glimpse of how a child sees herself is sacred ground. Her family's love for her is unabashed, and we are grateful for the perspective she brings to our extended family. 

 

There will be a day when the permanent tooth appears. Other changes, too, will become part of how she imagines herself, and how we see her as well. But today I am enamored of this drawing, and the chance to share her self discovery.