The Malia chronicles

January 22nd, 2009

Dear Malia,
My name is Georgia Miller. I’m 9 and from California. I watched your Inauguration at school today. What is it like at the White House? What I really want to know is if you want to be pen pals. I would love it if we could but it’s ok if you don’t want to. I hope to get a letter from you!

When my sisters and I were really little, we were lovestruck by our handsome president and wished that we could be his darling princess daughter. Then came the teen throbs of Lynda Bird and Luci to moon over. I understand what we have going on now in our house. I understand it completely.

It’s Malia time all the time.

First, she wrote and mailed this letter. Then she decided to name the lead character in the story she’s writing “Malia.” Then she wrote a one-act play last night after dinner about a girl named Malia, age 9, doing her homework.

Malia: Ugh! More homework! I’m already on my third page!

It’s not a pure love, you see, because romantic love never is. It’s subtly and insidiously self-serving. “You see,” she says bright-eyed, “I think everyone will be writing to President Obama and Malia won’t get any letters. Mine might be the first! And if we become pen pals then she might invite me to the White House.”

Later on she asked her dad if he might ever run for president. She’s scrambling to cover all the routes of admission, you see, since she’s heard there are 132 rooms in the building, a movie theater, a bowling alley and the Jonas Brothers.

Last night I tried to coach her (my mistake) through an intense monologue she’s doing in her theater class. “Say it with the kind of feeling you have for Malia,” I offered, intending to stir up passion and enthusiasm.

“You mean, like I’m jealous?”

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All that aside, click here to see why I no longer worry how she gets her feet wet.

12 Comments »

  1. Oh that took my breath away! I’m jealous! A lucky girl indeed.

    Comment by Kristin H. — January 22, 2009 @ 6:10 pm

  2. some days i laugh, some i cry, some i sigh, others i just breathe. this one made me laugh out loud. thank you again for inviting all those great emotions to surface each day.

    Comment by latisha — January 22, 2009 @ 6:10 pm

  3. How wonderful and amazing – what a day that must have been for her and for you – for allowing her to ‘get her feet wet’ on her own time!

    Comment by Cat — January 22, 2009 @ 6:27 pm

  4. Yes, me too — this one made me laugh out loud.

    Too sweet and funny.

    Comment by Stacy (mama-om) — January 23, 2009 @ 1:37 am

  5. Ah, the simple joys of childhood! My 15 year old actress is playing one of her moody roles. The one thing I can count on, it’s never boring! Great video and I hope Malia writes to her!

    Comment by Kathleen Botsford — January 23, 2009 @ 2:57 am

  6. She is so poised! Wow!

    Comment by Mama Zen — January 23, 2009 @ 2:57 pm

  7. I left a little blog award for you at my spot – if you have a chance stop by and see. I just wanted to let you know I really apprecaite your words of wisdom here and in comments.

    Cat

    Comment by Cat — January 23, 2009 @ 3:30 pm

  8. I hope Malia writes to Georgia. I loved the Shamu video and especially the “like I’m jealous?” That made me laugh. So open.

    Comment by Mary Ann — January 24, 2009 @ 6:56 pm

  9. She never ceases to impress me.

    Comment by Shelli — January 26, 2009 @ 12:10 am

  10. The simple grace of daughters, they make us want to be more…because in our eyes they are. Came by way of Cat’s journal to say Hi! (Hugs)Indigo

    Comment by Indigo — January 26, 2009 @ 6:25 pm

  11. What a fabulous, Obama-struck daughter you have. It’s a wonderful world.

    Comment by Leah — January 27, 2009 @ 4:01 am

  12. NOTHING beats the honesty we practiced in childhood.

    Comment by Mon — February 13, 2009 @ 9:16 pm

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