I have a daughter who is industrious. Truly, this girl can "get it done". Her mind THINKS this way, mine feels like mush in comparison. I think about colour, hue, scents, and texture. She thinks date, time, reason, and motive. I let lunch interrupt any process; she won't eat lunch until the process is finished. I read to "let go"......she reads to "grab onto". I can't sit at my desk if there is a mess all around it; she can't work without the crazy piles everywhere! Paperwork is worthy of an entry in the planner for this girl.....I stuff mine under the new platter of mosses and mushrooms. I want to get my head around Latin and French; she remembers phrases from a quiz five years ago or the song on the tape playing in the car when she was six. I want to learn to communicate; she takes the class, and then teaches me. I see the lovely Italian coat in the window while we are shopping; she quietly reminds me of the outstanding bill she needs to consider six months from now. I have been so broke I couldn't pay to have a haircut; she says she can certainly figure out my style....and she does, every six weeks....for free.
Like a crocus, long in the soil, this girl has been preparing for something much bigger than I understand. Her real life and world are just beginning. I will watch with baited breath. I will admire, and rejoice. I will see some of the strength that has been brewing used to help the world in a new way. I will see the beauty enhanced and understood. I will watch with delight as she takes her understanding of "self" and begins now to touch the lives of many others.
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