Possumblog

How'd that happen?!

I mean, just yesterday there was this squawling wiggling red bundle of slimy goo, and today there's a fourteen year old young lady, mature far beyond even those fourteen years. Of all the kids, she's the most like me--for good and for the not so good. Big, athletic, loving of life, affectionate, smart, studious, quiet, sensitive--she sees so much, understands so much, but says so little at that time, waiting until she just has to say something. Her inate sense of decency and empathy is so far elevated above her peers--in far too many cases, it exceeds even those who're fully matured in years. A peacemaker, she can't stand it when the other kids start sniping at each other and being selfish. She's always eager to please mom and dad and teachers, and even when she acts more in keeping with her young teen age, she's never quite so bitter or angry or hateful as some children I know can be. She loves to laugh, and has quite a wicked little streak of mischievousness herself that she brings out every once in a while.

Such a girl. When I first held her, I never could have dreamed that she would have turned out to be such a blessing.

Such a girl, that little Rebecca.