“I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, – and the stars through his soul.”
Victor Hugo quotes (French romantic Poet, Novelist and Dramatist, 1802-1885)
Smiling flower loves hats. Her Daddy has a ‘weird fish’ beanie which she loves to pull up and down. She will even put it on her own head but watch out if you try and place it there… However, in the next few months she is going to experience a hat challenge. Or more accurately, a helmet challenge.
I had a lovely email after Pete took our girl to physio the other day: It was a joy to see her in clinic yesterday. She has made so much progress, and it was extremely cute to see her moving her head left and right at every step she made. I spoke to your husband about the possibility of a helmet for your daughter. Lovely until the last line anyway. Its not that I had ever thought about it, but now it is abundantly clear that I don’t do helmets and I feel a huge resistance to this idea. Of course, it is much better for smiling flower to protect her head and her retinas. It is much better that she has the freedom to fall over and learn how to save herself. But I am not relishing this addition to our ‘out and about’ look… When I looked into it, I found that there are some cute versions and one the being recommended was even featured on the Apprentice! This is what it would look like:
When I was a teenager I had a great hat. It was black with a rim and I wore it at a jaunty angle and felt extremely cool. Nowadays I have let my sense of style slide and just wear a beanie when its cold. But this could be a new beginning for smiling flower. Hats, it seems, are a force to be reckoned with, the beginning of a journey into feminine power…
A hat is a flag, a shield, a bit of armor, and the badge of femininity. A hat is the difference between wearing clothes and wearing a costume; it’s the difference between being dressed and being dressed up; it’s the difference between looking adequate and looking your best. A hat is to be stylish in, to glow under, to flirt beneath, to make all others seem jealous over, and to make all men feel masculine about. A piece of magic is a hat. ~ Martha Sliter
I don’t know if smiling flower will also be cocking a hat over her beautiful blue eyes as a teenager. But I do know that life with her is like going on a character improvement programme. Truthfully, if they had no previous experience of it, I wonder how many people would have shied away from talking to a deaf person, or would have tried not to look at the kid with the kwalker but would have sneaked a curious glance as they walked past. And would they have presumed that a kid with a helmet on was epileptic or self harming? I was all these things before my daughter came and transformed my outlook, my understanding and my empathy. The stars definitely shine through her soul.
Thanks little one. I think I might just go and buy a hat to celebrate…