|Me, age 11 (left) Tay, age 10 1/2 (right)|
"I can't believe you played soccer!" she calls incredulously from the living room as I made dinner. "How many teams did you play for?"
"I played for a club team and my high school's Varsity team."
|Playing Cha Cha in Grease!|
"I played Cha Cha in our school's production of Grease when I was 17." I replied.
"WHAT?" She looks up at me smirking. "No way. That's too cool."
"Yes." I said again, looking up. "These are all things I have told you, Tay. You know that."
"I know, but in these pictures you are DOING it," she pauses, and then, as though she is speaking to someone she's never seen before she remarks, "You were really pretty in high school, mommy." She is looking at my Junior Prom picture. It was one of my favorite dresses. Dark purple, floor length with a velvet top.
"Thanks, girl," I say finally coming over to sit with her. I pick up the album, flip through it with her, half remembering at the images, telling her short stories and recalling things from years gone by. And she listens quietly, enthralled with it all, as though I were reading to her out of a book from the library. I realize how much of me she doesn't know.
"Tell me more stories." she whispers. And she spends the next thirty minutes asking me about my life, the life before she was here. Her voice getting loud saying, "NO WAY!" when she learned that we had so much in common... that she was so very much like the person I was before she was born. That she actually might like what she was hearing. I haven't always the lame authority figure she spent hours rolling her eyes towards.
|Skutt's Girls' Varsity FIRST Ever State Soccer Game|
(Pictured with my sister, Jenny)
|Family Picture (1997)|
It turns out we have a lot to talk about.