I crawled around the old Baird farm (which is now Dutch Creek Trails) yesterday. This is an often overlooked barn.
I snuck a peek at youngest yesterday while she was in dance class. I watched with wonder as her body fluidly twisted and gracefully bended. Until her birth, a rogue dance gene had been lying quietly dormant in the family pool for a very long time. But what perhaps struck me the most as I watched her was that she was happy while dancing.
I had the same thought as I watched eldest pluck and bow her cello last night. As the orchestra played Mendelssohn, I saw my daughter's fingers fingers fly up, down and over the fingerboard. I looked at her face and knew that she was in that same happy zone in which youngest had been earlier.
It was then that I had reached my own zone of actualization. I'll call it Mother Marie's take on Maslow's theory. My own state of happiness is tied like an umbilical cord to my own children's happiness. It is just plain fun to watch my children discover their unique abilities. This is a cord that will never be cut...
