A remarkable moment, a shift in the journey has come into view and the glimpse feels like seeing a rainbow after a storm. My daughter is excited about a story she is writing. This used to be a regular part of my experience with her since she was very young, with her first "Young Authors" piece being in Kindergarten. Last night she asked me to sit down so she could read to me what she had written so far. It was excellent. And she was back to writing on it, as I was telling her "goodnight".
Her writing has matured and the story itself is remarkable in that context alone. However, as her mother who has outwardly seen very little of the creative aspects of my child in this past year, it is like those first green shoots of spring appearing after a long gray winter! I have missed this aspect of my daughter and perhaps even mourned them as I have seen her more and more preoccupied with the ordinary trials and preoccupations of being thirteen. Boys, friends, fashion, makeup, hair, and worrying about how others perceive her have been a major focus which at times seemed to bring out a person I hardly recognized.
"Where is my child and what have you done to her?" could have been my question to puberty!
And now as she is growing in confidence, out pops this subtle shift that is like a breath of fresh air and recognition all at the same time. "Yes, I know this child. Yes, she is still in tact beneath the superficial preoccupations of adolescence." Hope floats.
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