It’s my baby’s third Earth Day Birthday and all I want to do is get to tomorrow so I can enjoy it. The girl came out slicked and squalling and ready to party. She’s been dancing since she could stand.
She’s music and movies and motion. She’s wicked in her joy. She’s fire on fire.
And she makes a point of delineating which of us gets what hug. I don’t get squeezes anymore (she’ll shock you with these–honest and true bear hugs from the smallest pea) because I’m Mommy and Mommy needs gentle, Mommy needs nice. Daddy gets the pulp squeezed out of him.
I don’t know where she comes from because she’s so herself she’s planetary. This kid was put here, not to deepen the well of humanity’s intellectual core, but to bring about the full-bodied intention of living.
Mommy knows her radiance.
Mommy pushed her out in twenty minutes shaking on a near slab of hospital sheet while cracking jokes at the midwives because she didn’t get to finish shoe shopping and was gypped the whirlpool spa. There’s an Earth Day sacrifice for you, World, I saved gallons of clean, fresh water for your birthday.
For Azalea’s birthday I’m giving you one of her recent favorite songs.
Happy Earth Day, World. Treat yourself well.
If you are interested in learning the history of Earth Day and the founder, former Wisconsin Senator Gaylord Nelson, please read this article from The Wilderness Society’s web page. Forward.