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I cross my feet sometimes while standing as I'm brushing my teeth. My right foot on top of the other. I am able to appreciate this as a sign of 'myself-ness,' as something that I and only I typically do. I wonder if my child will do that. I wonder perhaps if my child would do that if they never saw me do it. I wonder perhaps if I will have a child.
I think I would want to, and I think I would want the father to know, and to love these things about me, and to look for them in his child as I would, if their feet cross when they brush their teeth. I would want them to want that their child too rest one foot on the other leg, almost yoga-style in tree position, as they wash dishes.
But mostly, I realise now, that I want to be this me: the one whose right foot is on her left foot while she brushes her teeth, whose right foot leans on her left knee while she washes dishes - not good, not bad, but just me.
I cross my feet sometimes while standing as I'm brushing my teeth. My right foot on top of the other. I am able to appreciate this as a sign of 'myself-ness,' as something that I and only I typically do. I wonder if my child will do that. I wonder perhaps if my child would do that if they never saw me do it. I wonder perhaps if I will have a child.
I think I would want to, and I think I would want the father to know, and to love these things about me, and to look for them in his child as I would, if their feet cross when they brush their teeth. I would want them to want that their child too rest one foot on the other leg, almost yoga-style in tree position, as they wash dishes.
But mostly, I realise now, that I want to be this me: the one whose right foot is on her left foot while she brushes her teeth, whose right foot leans on her left knee while she washes dishes - not good, not bad, but just me.
