I write so often about Bailey and his issues and antics, that I have woefully neglected my daughter, Sydney, who is just as interesting as her brother, but in a wholly different way. Since Bailey is away at camp for much of the month, I have had the singular experience of one-on-one time with Sydney. What I’ve discovered is that she is a really neat kid in her own right.
Sydney is a bundle of contradictions. In one moment she’s a princess, and in the next moment, she’s scoring a goal on the soccer field. She likes to cook and bake, but she loves riding her bike just as much. Some days she wants to sit in my lap and be my baby, and some days she wants to be left to her own independent devices. Sydney is nine years old, and these types of activities are supposed to happen concurrently; she is supposed to be exploring what she likes and what she’s good at.
Recently, I have noticed that she has a particular skill in processing information. She takes in what I (or anyone for that matter) tells her, thinks about it and then is able to regurgitate what was said with her own brand of understanding. She can articulate feelings and ideas easily, and she is always aware of the emotions of the people around her.
Of course she can drive me crazy in twenty seconds or less with her constant chatter and utter insistence on being in control of every situation (I wonder where she gets that from…) but that’s the mother-daughter relationship talking. In the past two weeks, we’ve taken a road-trip, eaten dinner with various
friends, spent time in many places where there were only adults and no one for her to play with, and done many other things that required extreme flexibility. She has handled all of it with grace and charm.
I’m sure as time goes on, I will be able to tell some more specific stories that illustrate her personality and the particular daughter-based issues that she and I have, but for now, I’ve just been enjoying her and want to share that with you.