Crossing Houston street in New York with my daughter’s tiny hand in mine, I remember telling her, “ One day you will be bigger and will be holding my hand”. Time and memory play strange tricks when you are a caretaker and mother. Your own childhood memories can dominate your day, with spoken words mysteriously reappearing from mothers and grandmothers. I don’t remember being allowed to cross a street alone. I don’t think I ever was given permission, I think I finally just did it.
My 23 year old daughter Alexandra is my biggest inspiration. She’s brave, she challenges herself, and she has a lust for knowledge and experiences. She had been teaching English in Madrid prior to the Covid_19 pandemic. Now she is teaching English remotely to children in China, the country where she was born. Clearly I reflect back to myself at 23, trying to figure out how to make art, move out of my parent’s home and get to New York. Finally I just did it. Watching her now I know she will do much more.
Shared by Joanne Freeman
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