She Wants to Know

How can I write a one-dimensional description of a woman so multifaceted?
She wants to know why I’ve never written about her.
“You’ve written about Daddy, you write about your kids all the time, there are essays on Zaidy and Aunt Mimi…When’s my grand debut?”
She says this jokingly, but perhaps she doubts herself, her impact on my life, the things I’ve learned from her.
Perhaps she fears some underlying resentment I carry towards her, a grudge from the past that’s become a hurdle I’m unable to overcome.
Perhaps it’s none of those things, but rather she has dreamed up a reason or two only she can fathom.
Yet with all those potential possibilities running through her head, I’m certain she hasn’t conjured up the actual reason why I’ve never put pen to paper describing her.
Which really is just part of her greatness.
For the question begs to be asked: how can I write in one-dimension a description of a woman who would leap off the page? A woman who is more energetic than I can ever hope to be, who arises before the sun, greeting the day’s arrival with vigor and exuberance?
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