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I have been toying with the idea that there is a complex mathematical equation that when applied explains the phenomenon of my daughter’s fluctuating maturity.  The variables are uncomplicated and the product inconsistent.  So far I have determined:

Age + Experience x Weather ÷ Mood = Today’s Lucky Number

Wise beyond her years and sweetly naive, my daughter is a complex contradiction in simple truths.  She is dominant with her brother who is largely submissive; passive with peers that are aggressively dominant.  She is angry when I am generous, grasping hungrily at excess; generously apologetic and genuinely remorseful when I am angry.  She basks in her role as the baby and fights to be taken seriously as a big kid.  She entertains us with comedy and crumbles if someone laughs at her.  She works tirelessly to accomplish a task, but bemoans high expectations.  She is predictably unpredictable and perpetually certain.

I am fascinated, bewildered, entertained, and inspired by this tiny powerhouse of fragility I proudly and lovingly call My Girl.

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