As we watch them grow, the resemblances come into view like a photograph developing.
With equal parts enthusiasm and trepidation, I watched Grace teach herself how to do a backbend this week. She gradually worked up to it, first doing a backbend on to a chair, and then eventually building enough courage to bend the whole way to the floor. I remember so vividly as a girl, practicing walk-overs and backbends in the yard. . . . the thrill of being able to move my body in unexpected ways, the joy of trusting my own skill. It is an amazing experience to be able to witness those same feelings arise in her, and the sense of pride she has in having gone through this childhood rite of passage.