The older my sweet little Amariah gets, the more I see of who she is going to be. And the more I see of who she is going to be, the more I realize that she is not me. Unlike my first child who seems to be a lot like me in personality and preferences, Amariah is just uniquely herself. It is the things that make her Amariah that make me smile….
- Her imagination is always at work. Give her most any toy, and she will enter into her own land of make-believe, carrying on lengthy two-way conversations with herself.
- She is not attentive to detail. When asked to pick up toys, she will put them away; but it will likely be in a different way than I (or her brother) would do it.
- She does things that often seem to me to have no rhyme or reason. She has (recently) gotten away with eating such messy foods as spaghetti and macaroni and cheese with her hands; yet, today she ate a grilled cheese sandwich with a fork.
- She leaves traces of her make-believing self in places I don’t even know she’s been. I am constantly finding such things as her favorite stuffed elephant perched in a high chair “eating” fake food; two random dolls tucked under the covers of the spare bed; her purse filled with an assortment of things ranging from Barbie brushes and dollhouse figurines to shreds of kleenex and not-so-sticky stickers.
My Amariah is indeed unique. And, although I usually have no idea what is going on in that pretty little head of hers, I do know that I love her dearly for just who she is.