I had just finished my run, and it was my little love’s turn. She had waited patiently for that moment when I’d hoist her out of the stroller and let her go. Arms pumping and legs flying she took off, daring me to race her. I chugged water as quickly as I could, and set off to try and keep up with her boundless energy.
There are women on our regular running trail who always stop and cheer her on as she races past them, all smiles and giggles. She’ll occasionally turn to look at me and shout “I’m so tall when I’m running!” I go with it, shouting back, “Yes! Running makes you so tall!” We go back and forth like this until she stops and says she needs to walk and drink some water. She says this with exaggerated exhaustion, while she feigns wiping sweat from her brow.
On this last run, as we were slowing down and drinking our water, she told me a very detailed story about a mermaid who was running and then became her friend, only after being put to bed by her mommy. I was trying to fulfill my role of the dutiful listener, when mid-sentence that tiny hand of hers plucked a leaf off of a bush and popped it into her mouth! She didn’t even stop talking, and would have kept on as usual if I hadn’t hopped over the stroller and tried to get her to spit the leaf out. She started laughing, chewed and swallowed as fast as she could, informing me, “Mommy, it’s rosemary. I can eat rosemary.”
I snapped a branch off and sniffed. Rosemary. How she knew that I will never know, perhaps it was a lucky guess, or perhaps she will be a successful botanist one day. Either way, I was so astounded that I just sat on the trail and laughed with her. Obviously, we have to have a conversation about eating strange and random plants before our next run together. In the meantime, I might start using more rosemary when I cook, because apparently my little foodie loves it!
A Prayer for my daughter:
Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the time that I get to spend with my daughter. I feel so blessed for the fun we have together. Thank you for her passion and her eagerness to learn. Thank you that your joy is alive and well within her soul. I pray that as she becomes more and more independent, you will shelter and protect her. As she goes out into the world, she will not always find what she thought she was reaching for, and I pray for her to have the strength and grace to accept that. In the meantime, thank you that, literally speaking, she only reached for rosemary, that it’s what she expected,and that she’s safe. Amen.