My little mermaid of the sea. This third girl of mine. She loves all creatures of the planet. She can usually be found in the boat on the bank, studying tadpoles or in the yard, adventuring with her dog or chasing the fluttering butterflies or on her hands and knees studying the worker ants as they make a trail through the long grasses.
She loves to go fishing with her father but the only caveat is the fish have to be gently unhooked and sent back to their home in the sea. She is a creature of the earth, this good and gentle girl. So gentle, I hesitate to chastise her like I do her sisters.
As summer closed, we took some time at the beach. It was a lazy week filled with bike riding and lolling in the waves and sitting at the water's edge watching the days say goodbye. My heart was still mired in sadness from our Odawg's departure. She'd been in college for only two weeks and there was still a shroud of emptiness, of missing her. Victoria is not a huge lover of the beach and with her ivory skin, I never push her to live her days in the sun, so it was often my youngest and I enjoying the splendor of the sea and the sun setting on the horizon.
In the evenings, the Hubby would join us after a long day's work. He caught us one day, as we floated in the warmth of the Gulf tides, watching the sun paint the sky.
This is as close as I come, Internet. The one and only picture you will see of me in a bathing suit, unless, that Freaky Friday thing I've been hoping for comes true and I wake up with the body of Gwen Stefani, then I will ONLY put up pictures of me in a bikini-grocery shopping, housework, car pooling, dental visits...all in a bikini.
And as she and I let the soft lull of the waves wash over us, I realized, this will be the way of things more and more. This girl and I, the last daughter to spend her days with me before she goes.
What enchanting company. A mother could not ask for more.
She spent the next few days, joyously reading every sign on the road, everything that before this, had been out of reach.
I vow to do better by her, my little, gentle mermaid of the sea. Her eyes, her heart, her flesh and bones, her grandest thoughts, her deepest fears are all so very precious to me. I want her to know that. She may be the last in this trio of daughters, but she is always foremost in the center of my world and in all that I have ever done since given birth to these splendid girls. These girls, the very core of my life.
My Little Mermaid of The Sea, how she dances and swirls in my heart. Never, ever to be forgotten.
Posted by Joann Mannix at 5:22 PM