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The Little Girl Who Stood in the Corner
She comes to visit, walking and talking delightful gibberish the whole time she is here. Being a new grandma, of course there are still many "no-no's" in my house that need to be addressed- things little girls could fall on or trip over and break, but somehow she gracefully slides by them as if they were not even there.
After exploring her new surroundings for a while, I have to admit she has a rather strange habit. She goes to a corner in the kitchen and stands alone there with nothing more than a short little table in her way, the only thing preventing her big cheeks and little nose from being pressed directly up against the walls.
After getting situated, she starts out gently patting the back of a little china dog that sits on the small table to her right, never picking it up, just gently patting the dog's back while she stands alone and stares at the corner. After a minute or so she carefully lifts her tiny hands from the fragile statue, looks up and start talking to the wall.
And she talks and she talks. And she talks some more, all the while smiling and tossing her head slightly to the side as the tone of her voice goes up and down in perfect rhythm. Not until someone calls her name will she leave her little corner or stop addressing the walls in her friendly, chatty sort of way.
Amused, but somewhat concerned at this strange behavior, I came up with all sorts of possible reasons for her voluntary, but seemingly pleasurable time out in grandma's kitchen corner. None of the reasons quite fit the bill, but there were no obvious clues as to why a 16-month-old baby would do such a thing.
Then it hit me. When she came to visit yesterday, true to form she ended up once again in her special corner. This time I sat down next to her trying to listen to her speech, hoping she was now able to say a few words so I could get a hint as to what she was doing. Her gleeful gibberish didn't revel her secret, but while I was on the floor I looked up and saw what she had been seeing all this time.
Although I do look at my kitchen every day, and clean the nick-knacks and things in that area quite often, it took looking at the world from her point of view to understand the reason behind her excitement and joy.
There in the corner, from ceiling to floor where it has been for several years, is a vertical row of 8 X 10 photographs, the bottom one being about two feet up from floor level. All this time when I was thinking she just might be a little nuts, it turns out she was chatting with someone that she recognized in that eye-level photograph that was hanging there- her loving daddy.
If, in the future, she gets stuck in an unpleasant situation, I hope she will remember the day when her daddy was there for her, in her special corner in grandma's kitchen, bringing a smile to her face and joy to her heart.