Cindy’s baby book, “A Record of Baby’s Days”, begins with entries noting her weight. Not surprisingly, the developmental milestones are left blank. Found behind the cheerful pictures is my mother’s narrative written in careful cursive. She records with understatement the horror of Cindy’s botched delivery and therapies to make her better. A snapshot celebrates Cindy’s progress. She is finally able to stand and cruise with braces. Turning toward Cindy’s perspective I see hidden, beneath the table, girls leaping. Both triumph and anguish is in the painting.