I had really great intentions. I wanted to doll up miss Munchkin and take cutesy pictures of her frolicking in a field of dandelions.
But then I realized that is not how she is. At all. She’s dirty 80% of the time with a white-blonde mass of unkempt hair. I spend every morning combing, brushing, dressing, pleading, directing and assessing until I get her to the point where the general public will not think she lives in cardboard box on the street. And then, as if we had passed through some strange, dirt-filled vortex, I find I am holding a child that doesn’t even remotely resemble the girl I spent so much time on earlier that morning. By the time I come to this realization, I just plain don’t care anymore.
So instead, I decided to capture the essence of M. I want to remember how she always was and not my idea of how she should have been. She’s a smudgy, messy, fiery little hurricane of independence.
And tomorrow we shall celebrate!