I miss Little Emma

Do you ever get nostalgic for your childhood self? Little Emma was pretty cool but she didn’t know it at all. Shame about that. She was smart, funny and goofy. She was pretty much always surrounded by people she cared about and they returned the sentiment. She had long brown hair down to her waist, and during school assembly or hymn practice, whichever girl happened to be sitting behind her would enjoy braiding it…until inevitably eventually being scolded by Mrs. Reilly and promptly keeping her hands to herself.  Emma also had chubby cheeks with dimples and her dad’s big brown eyes. The thing I like and miss most about her now, with the benefit of hindsight and perspective, was her sweetness and some might say, naive optimism. She said her prayers at church on Sunday and every night before she slept. She felt sure that someone up there was looking out for her and the people loved. She played by the rules, always. She also thought that all adults knew best and did as she was told. She was excited about her future and had very big dreams she felt certain she would achieve. Wish I could go back and talk to that girl and guide her a little better.


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