Saturday, April 25, 2009

My Youngest Child Will Rule Us All One Day


My youngest, a daughter, will be 11 on May 5th.
She is always smiling, and has the most devilish giggle for a little girl.
She's been plotting her rise to world domination since the age of 8, when she created a list of things she may need to accomplish this.
It doesn't include an army, WMD's of any sort- not even a cosmic death ray- nothing you'd suppose it to include.
No, it had things like "16 bendy straws" and "45 pounds of butter". My favorite though was when she had already handed the list of about 7 different items in various quantities to me to peruse, when she exclaimed, "Wait! I forgot!" and took it back, quickly writing three little words that still give me the shivers- "One air vent".
What goes through the mind of such a child as this?
She has perfect pitch, a beautiful soprano voice. She's teaching herself the keyboard and the tin whistle. She is a straight A student, with a proclivity towards maths and sciences, even though reading and writing are her loves. In one hand she will have a biography of Nikola Tesla and "Aragon" in the other, and not to forget the ever present notebook tucked under an arm. She learned how to work out Einstein's theory of relativity before she was 9, looking up the speed of light, and plugging in an arbitrary number for mass.
She has Happy Bunny posters next to her poster sized pictures from the Hubble of our own dear Sol, and the Crab Nebula.
She has a creative streak a mile wide, creating wonderfully odd sculptures for me, and beautiful Kabuki figures for my room mate. She is performing on her birthday, singing the "Connemara Lullaby" at the school talent show.
She talks to our animals as if she were one of them, with an uncanny knack for knowing what will make them happy.
Yes, if she wants to, she could accomplish any goal she may have, and do it with a dimpled grin, and that giggle.

3 comments:

auntypsychotic said...

If I wasn't nuts that little giggle would scare the shit out of me and drive me nuts.

auntypsychotic said...

" ... when she exclaimed, "Wait! I forgot!" and took it back, quickly writing three little words that still give me the shivers- "One air vent". Don't forget the "pound of hair".

"What goes through the mind of such a child as this? "Chilling, isn't it?

How often does a 9 year old come up to an adult and ask, "What kind of music would be best for me to meditate with?"

If she chooses to execute her burgeoning plan for TOTAL WORLD DOMINATION, we all will end up working for her and quite cheerfully so.

" She has a creative streak a mile wide, creating wonderfully odd sculptures for me, and beautiful Kabuki figures for my room mate. She is performing on her birthday, singing the "Connemara Lullaby" at the school talent show. "All of Madame Moon's sprung offs are truly grand people but I have to cop to a soft spot for the little one. How could I not? She's cute, smart, talented, kind and gentle. She is truly a wondrous and joyful soul. She's also wonderfully odd in all good ways (and a few darkling ones). She accepts me, in all my weirdness, and the vagaries of my mental illness with such understanding and boundless love that, when she is around, I know how truly lucky I am. Ditto, of course, for her sibs and mum.
But "baby girl" is the one who loves my dog partner, the love of my life and keeper of my soul just as much, and possibly more, than I do. Should I croak off before my girl, I have decided that Grace MUST go to her. Grace and I are so tight bonded that without the right person she would follow me through the Veil within a few days or weeks. She is the only one that I believe will be able to help her to understand my absence and save her from pining away.

auntypsychotic said...

Whoops! that should be:

"One air vent".Don't forget the "pound of hair".