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The Story of Our Golden-Haired Girl

conversations with hank and molly

Molly: (cradling a new born baby doll)

Me: (reading)

Molly: Mama, my baby is so small.

Me: Absolutely teeny, but you were never that small.

Molly: No. I never this small.

Me: Never. You came to me half grown and wild to the core! One day while walking next to a babbling brook I stumbled upon a fairy ring and there inside was a herd of sprites dancing and laughing with a golden-haired girl. The fae turned to me and asked if I would like a child made of acorns and fall leaves, mushrooms and moss and I said, “Yes!” And I wrapped you up in my sweater where you wiggled and giggled all the way home.

Molly: No, that’s not my story.

Me: One day I went to the sea side where the waves crashed and raked the shore and there I found a school of mermaids tickling the toes of a golden-haired girl.  The mermaids turned to me and asked if I would like a child made of shells and kelp, pearls and sunken treasure and I said, “YES!” And I wrapped you up in my towel where you wiggled and giggled all the way home.

Molly: No, that’s not my story either.

Me: One day I went to a VOLCANO where the earth spat and oozed liquid fire and there I found a bank of dragons growling and raging with a golden-haired girl. The dragons turned to me and asked if I would like a child made of power and lava, magma and the core of the earth and I said…

Molly: YES!

Me: And I wrapped you in my special fire-resistant coat where you wiggled and giggled all the way home.

Molly: That is my story, mama. That is me.

Me: I know. I was there.

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Eggplants

conversations with hank and molly

Me: (in bed)

Molly: Mama?

Me: Ne-Ne?

Molly: Mama, you sick?

Me: My body hurts, chicken. I am resting so that tomorrow is a better day.

Molly: Would you like a smoothie?

Me: I would like a smoothie.

Molly: Would you like a juice or a smoothie?

Me: A smoothie would be lovely, thank you.

Molly: Okay, mama. I make you a get-better smoothie in my smoothie store.

Me: I would be grateful for a get-better smoothie. Thank you, Amália. Thank you for being kind.

Molly: (turning to go suddenly turns back) Oh, but I so sorry, mama. My smoothie store there is no eggplant.

Me: Get-Better smoothies contain eggplant?

Molly: All the time.

Me: Oh.

Molly: Today, I make yours without eggplant. Is that okay, mama?

Me: It is, thank you.

Molly: I will make you two eggplant smoothies tomorrow.

Me: I can hardly wait.

Molly: (arms up in surrender) Today, Anita at the frutaria (produce market) had no eggplant. I said to she, “Hey, I need eggplant for my smoothie store,” and she said, “Sorry, no eggplant.” And I said, “Argh, Anita!” (shaking fist gesture) And she said, “More tomorrow, Amália,” and I said “Okay.”

Me: That happens.

Molly: (shrugs) No eggplants.

Me: Indeed.

Molly: I go make your smoothie now, mama.

Me: Thank you.

Molly: (bouncing out the door) Love you, mama. Be right back.

Me: (face painted with a much needed grin) Can’t wait.

 

Epilogue: It was a pretend watermelon and pineapple smoothie, my favorite.

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Four

conversations with Hank and Molly

Me: (walking into a dark and sleepy room, opening the curtains to the pouring rain, singing softly) Happy Birthday to you.

Molly: (stretching into her day, eyes closed)

Me: (turning off the heater, turning off her fairy lights, singing softly) Happy Birthday to you.

Molly: (eyes still closed, waiting)

Me: (sitting on the bed next to her, singing softly) Happy Birthday, dear Amália.

Molly: (sitting up, tossing aside her bed head curls)

Me: (singing softly) Happy birthday to you.

Molly: Mama, I went to sleep and I woke up four.