My daughter has fallen in love. I thought I'd have more time
to prepare for this day. More time to string barbwire around the house and set
out Beware of the Dragon signs. But this romance might be worth encouraging. The
object of her affection is a fellow named Georg. Nope, I didn't spell that
wrong. But, you might know him as Captain von Trapp.
We watched Sound of Music for the first time a few weeks
ago, and it's taken hold of my children. My boys burst out into "Do-re-mi"
with no provocation, and I was asked just the other day if we could ever hike
to Switzerland.
But my daughter is the most enthralled.
My little girl has transformed into Frauline Maria. Some
days she pretends she's a nun and asks me to be the Wevwund Mother. Other times
she serenades her brothers, her parents, or her dolls with "My Favorite
Things."
And then there's the dancing. Multiple times a day she tugs
on my pant leg, steps back and curtsies, then asks me to bow, so we can dance.
The dance is more like a spinny carnival ride than any Austrian folk dance,
with me having to switch directions multiple times so I don't get dizzy.
She is Maria, and she's in love with a story—with songs that
I never tire of, and with the idea that a few notes can make her feel better
when she's feeling sad.
And like the real Maria, she doesn't even mind that I can't
sing Edelweiss.
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