Well my 8 year old daughter has a different view of things and I've discovered this past weekend just what it is that she thinks is super cool. While shopping for summer clothes, I realized just how important it is to her. She'd been asking for the past few months. Pleading almost. But it all fell on deaf ears, I'm ashamed to admit, simply because I had forgotten about my Nikes and the significance they held in my childhood. But now that she's got it, it's all become clear.
Yes, it's a belt. And and I can't begin to tell how pleased she is. She's not taken it off since we bought it. I suspect she even slept with it, wrapped around her tiny waist carefully hidden beneath her pyjamas. Despite everything else we purchased for her yesterday, it is the chosen piece among many. It is the belt that made her run to greet Papa last night when he arrived from work just so that she could show him her treasure. Thin and turquoise in her little hands, it was delicately posed so that he too could admire her prize.
But Papa didn't get it. Just like Maman. Because we forgot about our Nikes, our 10 speed bikes, those items that meant so much in our little kid eyes. I'm glad she's helped me to remember and I'm glad I've finally gotten it. Because it makes me remember. It makes me smile. And it makes me ever so happy to have bought her a belt.