My foster granddaughter and I had a good afternoon together yesterday. We went to the usual suspects: pet store, toy store, candy store, ice cream place. comic book store. Everywhere we went I noticed she was poised and articulate asking questions; fearless compared to me. She was focused and relentless with the comic book guy. She knew what she wanted, and when that wasn't available, she had him show her a bunch of other possibilities. I loved seeing her so assertive.
She used to be so shy, and the transformation is delightful. She has a polite manner and easy way about her, and people respond really well to her. Ten years of seeing her change, grow in intellect and personality, has been a gift. My grandchildren I don't see as regularly as her, and so I miss the subtlety of the separation and independence, but with my foster granddaughter I'm a witness every step of the way. I'm lucky!
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