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    Run For Your Life, Black Hockey Jesus!
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    The Secret Of Lightness And Speed Is Joy

    You knew before the first step, didn’t you? Yes. Of course you did. These are the kinds of things you just know. Because little gods whisper them to you in the morning, before you wake up. They tickle your ear with tales of wonderful fates.

    Oh God, I wish I was there. Let me imagine you. Favorite black jeans. Long pink sleeves. Hair. Extremely brushed. Black low top Converse with sparkles. No socks. Sunscreen? Check. And before the principal ever screamed “GO!”, you there—ready, eager, knowing—because the secret difference between winners and losers is a cool certainty that feels meant and a doubt that loses before it even begins.

    When I see you running, I see form too pure to worry about form. There is just this mad urgent dashing consumed by its own mad urgent dashing. I love you so much. Your arms pump instinctively and your stride is wide open. Your long blonde hair bounces behind you. Who is it waving to? The wind. It pines for your hair. Sometimes, I think the wind only blows for you.

    You’re out in front immediately. What’s the secret of your lead? Your natural talent? No. Your training? What training? Your form? Your stride? No. None of that. Yours is a trick more subtle and genuine.

    It’s your smile. And even though your lungs are on fire, a giggle escapes you. Because you’re going to win. Because the gods told you so. Because the secret of lightness and speed is joy. The other kids try too hard. But you? You’re smiling. And you’re almost there. You’re almost there. You don’t even look to your left or your right because you’re almost there and you knew before the principal ever screamed “GO!” or you took your first step.

    You are the fastest girl in Kindergarten.

    I see you. Your chest is heaving. Your heart is beating in your chest like your brother’s bass drum. You’re proud and tired and you want some water. Kids tell you “Good job!” and you tell them “Thanks!”. What is that feeling, little girl? I don’t know. But all of us want it as tenaciously as love and only some of us get it for a very little while. So smile, Elle Bee, smile. Victorious, toothless, perfect.

    You are the fastest girl in Kindergarten. And I can’t wait until you come running out of that school to tell your Daddy.

    Reader Comments (28)

    *falls over dead*

    April 30, 2010 at 5:57 PM | Unregistered CommenterJett

    Wow. I love this. LOVE this.

    April 30, 2010 at 5:59 PM | Unregistered CommenterAngela

    Oh god damn it.

    April 30, 2010 at 6:00 PM | Unregistered CommenterMr Lady

    "extremely brushed" made me smile.

    Oftentimes, reading your blog, I wish that my dad had thoughts like this about me.

    I hope that's a compliment or something and not just creepy.

    April 30, 2010 at 6:02 PM | Unregistered CommenterMaria

    Your writing is magic and your love for her is so pure. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    April 30, 2010 at 6:05 PM | Unregistered Commentersamantha jo campen

    You're completely atypical.

    April 30, 2010 at 6:15 PM | Unregistered Commentera.w.

    And now we know that the wind feels good on other parts, too.

    April 30, 2010 at 6:17 PM | Unregistered Commentermuskrat

    This is just so beautiful. Don't want to admit it, but I'm teary now.

    April 30, 2010 at 7:03 PM | Unregistered CommenterKaren (Miscellaneous Mum)

    smile, bhj, smile.

    April 30, 2010 at 7:21 PM | Unregistered Commenterleel

    Pure love doesn't get much better than this....and you express it in a way ..only ..YOU ..can.

    April 30, 2010 at 8:21 PM | Unregistered CommenterMom

    That one got me in the gut. Hope they are talking to you after that one cuz damn you love that family. Cograts little one on the race

    May 1, 2010 at 1:13 AM | Unregistered Commenterhabanerogal

    You do know don't you... It's like when you're playing pool. You know wether you're going to sink the ball before the cue even hits the white.

    I really love your blog.

    May 1, 2010 at 1:31 AM | Unregistered CommenterGappy

    my eyes are stinging...

    May 1, 2010 at 4:37 AM | Unregistered CommenterLisa

    I don't know where the beauty comes from. I never loved my kids like that.

    May 1, 2010 at 5:17 AM | Unregistered Commenterjeannie

    You are such a bad ass, but fully equipped with a secret tender-heartedness so rare to find. Makes you priceless, thug boy.

    May 1, 2010 at 6:00 AM | Unregistered CommenterLinnnn

    Perfection. You write like she runs. Seamless, gorgeous, natural.

    May 1, 2010 at 7:19 AM | Unregistered CommenterEllie @ One Crafty Mother

    It's obvious to me that your rage and your love come from the same place. I can tell because they are equally intense. I'm just glad they are both able to find their way to the page. I'm also thinking our daughters have the same sneakers. I think they are called Twinkle Toes...

    May 1, 2010 at 7:58 AM | Unregistered Commenterout-numbered

    May 1, 2010 at 1:39 PM | Unregistered Commenterwintersun

    Proud Parent = Best Feeling Ever. I know it. What a privilege. Glad you're not missing it!

    May 2, 2010 at 1:39 PM | Unregistered CommenterAlison Veres

    Great post. I could *see* her running, hair flying back, laughter on her face. I could *see* your love and pride, too. Awesome. Wish I could write half as well. (I can write technical crap, but nothing with beauty in it)

    May 3, 2010 at 4:30 AM | Unregistered CommenterLojo

    This is up there w/ your birthday post to her a couple of years ago.... they both are so pure!

    May 3, 2010 at 4:41 PM | Unregistered CommenterElizabeth

    So well written. I love watching my little girl run with all her might and the look of joy on her face... because soon that will change, as she gets older, and she realizes running SUCKS ;)

    May 3, 2010 at 6:30 PM | Unregistered CommenterShelle-BlokThoughts

    "sometimes, I think the wind only blows for you"

    loving her the way you do, will get her through anything. you're a good daddy, bhj.

    May 4, 2010 at 6:25 AM | Unregistered Commentere

    My heart just exploded. Beautiful.

    May 4, 2010 at 7:27 AM | Unregistered CommenterSadie

    looking at my girls while they run, i don't think i'll feel this way about them. especially since they complain about sweating when they move their forearms. we are lazy simple people.

    May 4, 2010 at 10:10 PM | Unregistered Commentergorillabuns

    You are a master of darkness and light.

    May 5, 2010 at 5:48 PM | Unregistered Commenteremel

    This was very, very nice. Thank you. It's full of that little-kid enthusiasm that I love so much.

    May 11, 2010 at 12:45 AM | Unregistered CommenterChristina Bell

    Your talent is unreasonable. This post took my breath away and then the little gods brought it back.

    May 11, 2010 at 9:38 PM | Unregistered Commenterjane

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