"The child is father to the man..." was a Wordsworth quote I read in Junior High school. I found the phrase immensely confusing and intriguing.
"My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold"
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety".
Some things don't change about us, I think. Evidence of this discovered while I am going through OLD documents and papers. I know folks are tired of hearing that I've been cleaning out my files and papers, but it is what I've been doing.
Multiculturalism was a part of my start. Dr. Mon Q. Kwong, French Hospital, Mexican American parents, Anglicized name via nurses and powers that be. I think I've mostly gotten past the commercial and the pink. Ah, the underlined word "Section"? Caesarian section birth.
To keep things rolling here's photo for Throwback Thursday. I know I'm going to be busy, so think of this as planning ahead. Child certainly was mother of the woman. My mom called me her "Little Woodpecker". Have found it easiest to have short hair. Styling needs are minimal even when one is a month old.
I've been told that arms crossed carries a big message. I've also been told that it's a Villa sort of thing we do. My mom's family were Villas.
I once got in trouble with a choir director for this stance.
Don't know how much of this is learned, but poor Santa looks like he's taking the stance a might too personally. Although by the time I was in this picture I knew the facts about Mr. Claus. So maybe he knew that I KNEW all about his gig.