This time of year is birthday-crazy, with both girls celebrating the momentous occasion within a few short weeks of each other. Today is Sydney's birthday. She is 11. A classic stereotypical oldest child, she seems more young woman than little girl. She thinks and interacts easily on an adult level. The glimpses of the little girl are getting rarer and, sadly, they catch me more by surprise these days.
I love this girl madly. At times she is so much my mirror that it scares me -- her perfectionism, her stubbornness, her determination to excel. In other ways I wonder where she came from, this child who doesn't know a stranger and can easily engage anyone in conversation, who has no fear of performing, who is graceful and seems able to easily master all things artistic.
Happy Birthday, my sweet girl. It is my great gift to watch you grow up.
Friday, April 3, 2009
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