My middle child is much like me in many ways: she is overly sensitive, intuitively aware of unspoken communication, and her young, knobby kneed body is almost oddly flexible. I remember when I took my first ballet class, and was assessed for my ability to turn my legs out. The teacher was surprised when I flopped unconsciously into a 90 degree ¨frog position;” it is a mobility that has been both a blessing and a haunting, like all gifts granted from mysterious sources.
Several weeks ago my daughter and I were walking down the street. Or, more accurately, I was walking and she was flopping, her feet askew and her arms swinging wildly. ¨My love,¨ I said, ¨try to walk with your feet a bit straighter, it will be better for your sweet little knees.¨