When we pulled them out for the pizza, Zoe was awestruck. “That’s so beautiful!” she cried! “What’s that pony’s name?”
Now I was feeling kind of bad – because this was not actually a My Little Pony character plate, but just a dumb paper plate from the dollar store. I know that my love for my daughter is not lessened by a reasonable frugality, and that Twilight Sparkle or Rainbow Dash plates would get grease-stained, thrown away, and forgotten just as fast as any other cardboard designed to briefly hold food – but in that moment I felt cheap.
“I think it’s just a generic unicorn, Babe,” I apologized.
“Ooh! What a pretty name – Generic!” And with that Zoe grabbed a piece of pizza and danced off to rejoin her friends.
This is what I love best about Zoe. She is completely ready to take joy in the lamest unicorn plate, and able to listen with fresh ears to a word that DOES sound, but does not actually imply, pretty. Everything is new to her, and worthy of attention, and she sees magic where I don’t. I aspire to be as open to the world as she.
Thank you, Baby Girl, for being you. Happy Fifth Birthday!