May 26, 2011
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Walking is a bigger deal for the child than for the parents. Although parents make a big deal of it, “Look Johnny is walking.”
Every animal wants to move, move, move. Walking is an excellent way to transport ourselves every day from one place to another. Most of us learned how to do it when we were 10 months or 1 year old and a lot of us take it for granted. For those of us who can walk, we should stop and appreciate it. Being able to walk means a lot.
Walking. This is one of my favorite photos of all time. It is a baby candid. I am the little baby near the chic mama. I love the graffiti on the big rock. In later posts I will start drawing parallels from my early childhood to today. Our childhood shapes our adulthood. I have always had a fondness for graffiti. I gravitate towards it as an art form. Perhaps this was the start?
My 2nd Birthday. I had a healthy fear of fire. I did not grab at the candles or the cake. I delicately bent over and blew out the candles. The little girl in me had started to emerge. Hands say a lot in photos. These are some feminine hands in how they moved.
Mom always made me homemade frosted cakes. She still makes the best frosted cake I have ever tasted. I am a picky frosted cake eater and this is why. When a child grows up tasting good frosted cake, it is so hard for a store bought frosted cake to compete with it. Making really good frosting is an art. A cake made with love is the best kind.
A little known fact. Not knowing my fondness for a homemade frosted cake, a girlfriend baked me a frosted cake just because she felt like it. I was in heaven. It brought me back to my childhood and all the wonderful cakes that mom had made for my birthdays, holidays and other special occasions. Now, that is food for thought.
The power of association. Perhaps this is the reason for the phrase – the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? It works for women too!
