The flying trapeze. Why would I suggest this to Gemma?
Because it’s there. Because it’s close. We live within walking distance to a trapeze. This is literally our backyard swing set.
Because I want to spread the whole feast.
Because I want to go back to work next week and not look back at this week with regret. We could have stayed home.
Because I want her to know she belongs in the room.
Watching her was inspiring to me. She was the only child in a group of adults. She learned to clip the ropes to her harness, and she climbed up that very tall ladder. She flew. I don’t think I could have done that, just jumped. It’s so high.
But she knew she was safe. She knows she’s safe. She said she just looked out at the view, marveling at its beauty.
