Oh the places we’ll go…
When I was a little girl, and I would play at my grandmother’s apartment, I would pretend her home was a world of water. There were no roads or cars, just waterways and boats. I would jump from dry land to dry land or sometimes go for a long boat ride (usually up and down her long hallway). One day I told my grandmother what I was pretending, and she said to me, “There is a city just like that in Italy. It is called Venice. It has canals and boats, not streets and cars. I will take you there some day.” And when I was nine, she did. It was the greatest gift she could have given me.
I think about that trip a lot, and how certain places stoked my creative fires when I was a girl. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how I want to give my wee-one similar experiences. I have a short list of places that I have been to, that I cannot wait to share with my daughter. Some places are far away and going there may make her feel like royalty; I want to take her Paris to show her the Louvre and Versailles. Some places are much closer and may inspire her to climb, explore, and create; I want to take her to St. Louis to see the City Museum. Some places – like the Palm Court – are in our very own city. And some places are simply a given – like Venice.
I have decided to make my daughter a book about the places I have been that I want to share with her – as a sort of manifesto to her. My grandmother said, “I will take you there some day.” And she did. I want to do the same for my wee-one. Stay tuned for more.