I felt a little jealous and a little sad last week when I read David’s account of taking his daughter, Layla, snowboarding; the emotions were acute when I saw the third and fourth photos of her actually on the board with him.
But I also felt something that wasn’t much short of awe, too: David was giving Layla this amazing gift, teaching her from an early age– before anyone else can get to her and “interfere”– that her body is this incredible, alive thing that can move and feel and take action. I’ve always wanted to feel that way, but the moments when I have are limited. Really, the only ones I can remember are, strangely (?), the second trimester and Mariel’s birth.
I don’t know; I’ve just never been “good” at physical things.