"She picked up some info at NAYA tonight. We always knew she was advanced."
Ramona is 18 months old today.
What I wanted to say when I saw the photo was, "Don't turn away, Ben and Alise, because when you turn back again, Ramona will be receiving college mailings!"
I remember still when the very first college letter came to Ben, close on the heels of his PSAT scores. I remember opening the mailbox and wondering what was up when I removed an envelope from DePauw University in Greencastle, Indiana.
That Depauw entreaty was the first of an avalanche of letters and catalogues for Ben. And when I turned around again, he was in Portland, graduating from Reed College.
When I was little, the Sunday night "must see" television show was Disney's "Wonderful World of Color." A Kodak commercial ran weekly either during or immediately after the show. It was a song sung by a father to his daughter, with the opening lines of "Where are you going, my little one, little one?" When I saw the photo of Ramona, I thought of it immediately.
Time is fleeting. Every time I turn around, there is a new Ramona. Is she already 18 months old?
She must be, because I can already see her reaching up for that doorknob.