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10/19/16
7:14pm
A child rested her head against my leg today. She wrapped her arm around it too and followed me when I stood up and started walking. We got to play together today.
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The interaction reminded me of a dream I once had of being a single mom, brushing my daughter’s hair on a subway train. The two of us going somewhere determined. On a journey together. And then I think of the end of a movie I once saw; where a mother walks off with her daughter down a dirt path through trees, leaving behind everything else she no longer wants in her life.
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This image in my head, this “single mom fantasy,” if I may, always fills me with excitement to think about. The woman standing there, holding her daughter’s hand, is so realized. So determined. So free. Somehow in this way. Everything about her is sharply present. The power of her is breath-taking. I believe there is a feeling of enviable freedom in this fantasy of mine (one that has come around more than once) because in it there is purpose.
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Wind blowing their hair and skirts about them as they walk forward with joy and purpose, hand in hand, to be fully in this thing called life.
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