#25 I, Isabel Scheherazade Figure Out What It Is About Miss Honey. It DAWNS ON me. Warning: this entry contains a pun, some Shakespeare, and the way-back-seat of my memory. All good. Not to worry. I guess this COULD have been a PS to the Kindergarten Troubles entry, but it seemed to need its own space, it’s that important to me.
In my new bedroom (Dad’s old bedroom here in Pop’s house), my dormer window faces East, and every morning, after the sun clears the hemlocks, it beams into my window and floods me and my quilt with its rosy-fingered light. I’m bathed in sun. I get a cozy bit warmer.
(Do you get this? Dawn is morning’s first light? OK. OK. Of course you get it. Right. Sorry. So, you know what I mean.)
I’m working on a comparison. Stay with me here.
It’s just dawned on me why Miss Honey seems familiar.
She acts like Mom. She bends like a gentle, sweet queen to hold each twin’s hand. She jog-skips like a marathon-gymnast-ice-dancer. And she smiles down at them all at the same time. Dad said Mom was an Earth-treading star with the power to make light the dark. (Dad liked to quote Shakespeare; he said this is one of the many ways Mr. Shakespeare describes beautiful ladies. It was one of Dad’s many ways to describe Mom too. 🙂 )
So, Miss Honey brings my memory of Mom out of the shadows. And, like the dawn’s early light, it warms me up. I’ve worried that I might forget Mom. Not forget-forget her, but forget what she looks like. Now I know it’s not gonna happen.
I’ll come right out and say it: I might Even. Feel. Happy. About This. Or a version of happy. I’ll be able to scramble into the way-back-seat of my memory where Mom’s sitting, just by taking Clyde and Sam to Miss Honey’s classroom every morning.
Isabel Scheherazade (The dawned-on version of Isabel, that is.)