I’m a hoarder. I connect emotions to things. They don’t have to be expensive things. They usually are not. A dried leaf that fell on me on a great day, a pair of earrings someone gave me nearly twenty five years ago, a notebook that had my favourite Corporate Law case studies lists. I have held on to all of these for decades.
It’s a no-brainer I wanted to hold on to EVERYTHING Sassi owned or touched since the day she was born. It broke me into pieces when her first day dress was stolen by a temporary house help. I’ve been holding on to a lot of stuff…
She just walked over to me and showed me one shoe of the pair @montreuillinda sent us when she was tiny. “Mama this doesn’t fit me any more” visibly gulping back tears. “We have to give it to a small baby”.
“No Sasso!” I exclaimed. We don’t give it away. We can keep it and you can play with it for as long as you want.”
“But Maaama” wiping tears back she says. “It is not a toy. It’s a shoe. Someone should wear it. A small baby needs to wear it”
This girl surprises me every single day. The way she opens her heart and mine. I’m half planning on hiding the shoe but if she remembers about it then we will find the other shoe and I’ll take her to the orphanage to hand it over to a child whose feet it fits.
My child has the one thing both Faisal and I prayed for throughout my pregnancy.
A generous heart.
I can’t thank you enough to be you, Sass x
Image: This little girl found the mirror reflection on the wall and the delight and wonder on her face was straight out of a dream.
