We had our first parent-teacher conferences this week. I have no recollection of my own as a student, and Lindy conducts hundreds of these a year as a teacher. But for me, this was a chance to learn more about our daughter from a group of people who have invested their time, effort and professional abilities in her success. She is succeeding at school, meeting milestones in nearly every area except language. This is to be expected. We've heard from the group that her progress is notable and what one would expect from a toddler who spoke no English at all a few months ago. While we don't always understand what she says on the first try, she is constantly dropping new words and phrases on us. Case in point: during a wedding reception this past weekend in Ohio, she and Lindy had to leave the long-awaited buffet line for a bathroom break. "Hold my spot!" said the Ya to her parents, again and again. And we did.
We had already travelled to one cousin wedding in Ohio this past September, and the differences between the two, for Ya Ya, were vast. First, she didn't fit in the same dress as before. Second, we learned enough from the prior, taxing, drama-fraught travel experience to limit the number of locations and the moving around this time. Unfortunately, this meant less time around the rest of the family. But on the plus side, she enjoyed the time she spent with everyone much more, and left the wedding reception after eating and dancing because it was bedtime -- not because she wasn't comporting herself as a wedding guest should.
I think the transition between organized, dependable and generally on top of things to one step ahead of the chaos is nearly complete. Sure, it bothers me a little. But I don't think I'm willing to give it up.