It was when I was purchasing my goddaughter’s Christmas present that I realized how big she has gotten. I asked a shoe store employee to bring out a size 1 in the new Michael
Jordan shoe. I opened the box and thought, “no way is her feet that big now, no way is she that big now.”
Considering I like my house and nice things, I’ve made up my mind that I’ll put off even thinking about having children for a while. But seeing my goddaughter Rayana’s imperfect gapped-tooth smile for the first time in two years made me see why parenting is such a gorgeous thing.
It’s like that smile alone made me want to give her everything, help her grow, and protect her from any harm.
During an hour-long drive, the 7-year-old chatterbox told me how loud and irritating kids at her school are. I learned that she’ll be playing basketball when school starts and that her favorite singer is Beyonce.
Part of the time we spent together, I treated her like a little sister, giving her noogies and tripping her while she walked. Other times I acted motherly, making sure she walked on the inside of the sidewalk and insisting she finished her food. I even made her try squid.
All the extra-tight hugs she gave me before I left home will help me get through the long days here. Children remind us why we continue to want to make this world a better place.
Christina Calloway writes for Clovis Media Inc.