When I was a little girl (about 7 or 8 I think), my grandfather took a trip to Japan and China and returned with a beautiful kimono for me. I spent countless hours playing dress up in it and it was one of my most treasured possessions. When I outgrew it my mother thoughtfully stashed it away in her cedar chest. Earlier this year she took it out, cleaned it up and brought it to me so that once Quinn grew up a little bit I could give it to her. Right now it is way to big for her and so we are storing it in a closet upstairs.
Yesterday while Quinn was reading she happened to stumble upon the word kimono in her book. After helping her sound it out I went and showed her the kimono that was waiting for her when she got older and told her all about it, who had gotten it for me and how special it was and how excited I was that someday she would get to play in it.
With that childhood voice filled with wonder she said "Oh Mommy, it is beautiful and someday when I outgrow it can I give it to my little girl?"
My touching "Awwww" moment of thinking about my granddaughter wearing my special kimono was cut short by the next phrase that came out of Quinn's mouth just a mere seconds later...
"Or I could sell it and buy some toys."
Ouch. I am think perhaps I should bequeath my sentimental items to Greyson.
1 comment:
LOL! It starts early doesn't it?
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