Much of what I love about motherhood (other than the actual child) was at some point sold to me wrapped in convention and tied with a cliche. Shrinky dinks, matching mother/daughter aprons, the two of us walking on the beach talking about that not-so-fresh feeling (which hasn't happened yet but probably will in 20 years, of that I am pretty certain). In a world in which I rarely know what I am doing I find safety in string cheese.
Which is why I love Zoey's school picture--her first. Good old dorky school pictures, soft focus frizz, just check out those hands! Clasped, all with an envelope and an order form for mom. This girl could sell me juice boxes, insurance, Ranger Rick magazines, for some reason a membership to AARP. This girl makes me feel happy, even if it is a cliche. Happy Friday.
S & Z