She is small but mighty. And even though she is little compared to me, she is big for her age and growing right before my eyes. My granddaughter came for 9 days and I am just now recovering from the blur of pink with blond ringlets that flew past me all week. Such strength and energy. I beg to differ with anyone who says girls aren't as active and energetic as boys. All day. This wee person went at it all day long. Full speed ahead.
Everything is possible to her. She has restrictions put on her from the taller people in her life but as far as she is concerned, she can do it all. And when it is all over and the day folds in on itself, she has a difficult time settling down and letting go. She asks for what she needs though and I can still hear her tiny voice whispering, "Put your arm around me Mimi." "Don't leave." Then she would grab me around the neck, pull me close and slowly her breath would deepen and even itself out and I could feel her letting go. Folding in on herself and her dreams. All rested up and ready to go, the next day was another whirlwind of activity. My best tack was to follow her example, rest up and prepare myself for another day.
Which I most happily did.