She has to be first, to go faster.
She runs ahead, realizes she's in front and runs back and grabs my hand. The only problem with being first is that there's no one to follow. Not that she would admit to following anyone. She just doesn't know where she's going yet, exactly.
No matter, she's the second baby.
She needs to lead.
As soon as she thinks she has it figured out, whatever "it" is, she has to do it better than everyone else. If she's not better she doesn't want to do it.
No, you can't make her.
She's learning everything earlier than her sister did. Computers. Successful Parent Management Strategy. The Birds and the Bees (the kid gives lectures -- purely theoretical ones since boys are covered in cooties).
She's got a hell of a temper.
She knows how to throw a punch, how to pretend cry and how to get what she wants. And when she doesn't get what she wants, she sulks.
She's pretty in this exotic smarty-girl way. When the light hits her face a certain way it's simply breathtaking.
What I notice most is her effect on others. After a few minutes with Hurricane Juju the grownups step back and shake their heads in awe. She's going to be a doozy of a teenager.
She's already a doozy of a girl.
I can relate to your emotions. My seven-year-old is probably just the opposite of your second, but the feeling of overwhelming - I-don-know-what-to-call-it that fills your heart when you talk about her - Yeah, sister, I understand.
Posted by: Lakshmi | 03/01/2011 at 07:31 PM
simply stunning.
Posted by: sat | 03/06/2011 at 08:48 AM