We bought this book for Pia’s graduation. That sentence is so loaded. Pia? Graduation? What?
She’s headed for kindergarten and I just ordered her uniform. I don’t regularly talk about the kids too much in this space, but I have recently been nostalgic for the baby days.
It’s hard to put into words how we experience time through having kids. It’s as though we want them to stay little enough AND gain the independence to fold laundry. We want them to talk and be quiet. To need yet not need.
Anyways, I fell in love with the illustrations by Brigette Barrager and even more in love with the storyline: A unicorn who holds on dearly to the idea that somewhere out there, there’s a little girl that really exists. And together , they play and ride rainbows.
We once hosted an opera singer competing in an international music competition. She stayed with us for a month and she left me a letter, the first line of which I’ll remember forever:
The moon was the color of rich vanilla ice cream tonight…
Laure Bayer wrote to tell me that I should stay true to who I was, to always create and to have faith above all. She wore floppy hats and flowy cream skirts, she taught me to whistle through a blade of grass and she twirled in the wildflowers. There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think of that letter, or Laura or the magic that she represented to me.
She was my own unicorn.