Day one: Posting from the grocery store
My first posting was a gift. There, in the ubiquitous shopping cart, sat a lovely young child
under the watchful eye of her father. “Hello baby girl,” I said. She eyed me suspiciously, then smiled, showing perfectly kept baby teeth. I asked her age. “Eleven months” replied the father. A murmured, “She’s beautiful,” was met with a proud “Thank you.” I went
back to my shopping, remembering the tiny gold anklets, the coffee-colored skin
against vibrant green cotton, the smiling cheeks and patty-cake hands. It’s rewarding
to meet good parenting, even in the checkout line.