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The World at Thirty-Six Inches

March 30, 2015 by Helena Sorensen 4 Comments

When she stands on tippy-toe, she can just see over the edge of the windowsill. From there, the little dogwood tree in the front yard towers over her, and the robin’s nest is high, high.

She can’t reach the raisin toast on the counter. But those kitchen drawers house whole worlds of wonders: bowls and spatulas, sieves and funnels.

The bookshelf might as well be a castle wall, and each book a stone. As yet, they’re too large for her to hold, too dense for her to crack.

She can stretch out in the tub, though. All the way. She flips onto her tummy and wiggles her toes and kicks her feet. She can play mermaid, beating her tail against the current, slipping through the jaws of sharks and hiding in sparkling underwater castles.

The “bonk” bed is a bit too high for her, bottom bunk notwithstanding. She grabs fistfuls of sheets and pulls with all her might and scrambles in. She flips through the pages of a High Five magazine, and every hidden picture puzzle and silly illustration is new again. She scrunches her eyes and rolls her head back on her shoulders, a silent laugh shaking her chest. “It’s so funny.”

Mommy’s arms are strong enough to lift her, to spin her through the air, round and round, in a flurry of squeals and giggles. Fancy skirts twirl big, and anything with sparkles feels like magic, and all the fairy tales are true.

She stands, looking up, and I am so tall. My words fall heavy from such a height. What does she see in my face, when my hair hangs down and my eyes meet hers?

“Do you know that you’re lovely?” I say.

“Mm-hmm,” she replies.

She pushes the hair out of her eyes with the back of her arm and runs down the hall.

It’s a long way to the bedroom.

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Helena Sorensen
Helena Sorensen
Helena Sorensen grew up outside Tampa, Florida in a little backwater called Fort Lonesome. She is not making this up. As a child, she went exploring in the orange groves, searching for empty shotgun shells and fragments of broken glass. Since then, she has performed in show choirs and chamber choirs, received a degree in Music Education, written songs and poems, and traveled to Italy and Ireland.

She never saw any of this coming.

She also had no idea of becoming either a mother or a writer, yet here she is, living in Nashville with a husband and two kids and three published books to her name. She ponders the humor of God and the strange adventure of living while she drinks kombucha on the porch, or plans new homeschool units, or reads everything from Emily Bronte to Dave Barry to Betty MacDonald.

You can find her books and an occasional poem or some such at www.helenasorensen.com.
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  1. Loren Warnemuende says

    March 30, 2015 at 5:18 pm

    Oh I love her age! Here’s to the beauty of growing, too.

    Reply
    • Helena Sorensen says

      March 30, 2015 at 8:46 pm

      🙂

      Reply
  2. Kelly Keller says

    March 31, 2015 at 10:29 am

    This is lovely, Helena. Perspective is wondrous.

    Reply
    • Helena Sorensen says

      March 31, 2015 at 2:28 pm

      Thanks, Kelly. 🙂

      Reply

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