Thursday, May 5, 2011
Girl Who Loves Trees
Long before I learned that something was wrong with my baby, I walked the streets of New York City with her, bundled in my arms or in a Snugli. Her gaze nearly always moved upward toward the few trees that peppered our block. City trees, at least those on the streets, are generally ginkgos -- hardy to the onslaught of pollution and pee. When we learned that Sophie had a debilitating form of epilepsy, we continued to take her out and about the city, but it was Central Park that she loved the best, turning her little face up and toward the many beautiful trees that graced its paths.
I said then that if she were a Native American, her name would be Girl Who Loves Trees.
Today, Sophie lives to go outside, to walk down the street and always, always, she moves her head and eyes up and toward the branches of trees, conversing with them, I'm sure.