Besides searching for the appropriate name for my child. I've been thinking lately exactly what and who I want her to become. I know that to some extent I won't have anything to do with it at some point in her life, when choice begins to supersede training and instruction. But, aside from my obvious curiosity as to what she'll look like, whose nose she'll have and if she'll have the Wingfield Widow's Peak, I often wonder even further down the road.
How will she behave? What are her favorite colors, smells? Will she love music and movies like me or love to read encyclopedia's on Saturday mornings like my husband. Will she bore easily? Will she be a recluse or as is the result of two similar forces coming together be an extrovert to counter her parents' shy nature?
I remember my sister saying after the birth of daughter Mya, "I'm so glad you're here." She said it as if to say "I'm so glad to finally meet you," which is what fuels my anticipation. I can't wait to meet my own creation. That sort of thing just boggles my mind; to know that something you and another create can be completely different from the originals.
My hope is that she will be the perfect balance or combination I should say of my husband and myself. I would love her to have my kindness and patience and his keen sense of awareness. I want her to be compassionate and calculating. Like her father hopefully she'll always be thinking ahead of the next person. Like me I hope she never forgets a face. I guess sensitivity and sensibility is what I want most. That should go a long way.
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