That's o.k., except this blog is kept in eternal storage, where my memory is quickly fading.
So here, as my last post, is an attempt to capture who my kids are 'in real time'. Let me tell you a little about Brynley.
Brynley is confident. This internal understanding of who she is and what she can do is a marvel to a less secure mother like myself. Bryn looks at things and thinks "I can figure that out". She masters simple tasks like reading the directions to a new cell phone and she masters more difficult feats like memorizing 11 dances for her end of year recital. She excels in school, not only because she is smart, but as importantly because she knows how to listen and follow directions. And like I said, she believes she can figure things out. With that as your core instinct courses like math, science, history and English all become manageable, heck, conquerable even. Her confidence oozes out of her as she presents herself on stage. The audience can see in her motion that she owns what she is doing.
Bryn is a hard worker. And right now, she will gladly tell you as much! She secured 3 summer jobs and when she is in town she is working a LOT. And Bryn doesn't just work hard, she works smart. She looks at her surroundings and surmises what needs to be done. With the nod of her employer's head she tears into a project until it is complete. I wish she had the same determination with her chores at home, but somewhere deep down inside I like to believe that one of the reasons she works well for others is because once upon a time I taught her how to work well with me...wishful thinking, I know, but I hang on to the little things these days ;)
Bryn enjoys her friends. They are the center of her universe. She texts them, facebooks them, instagrams them and hangs out with them. They are sometimes here, and she is often wherever else they are. I appreciate that Bryn has a very wide range of friends. Of course, as a mom, I always believe that the circle can widen a little more, but I'm very impressed that Bryn has chosen to associate with kids who are good. And even among them she stands up for the things that she believes in that are right. And I also appreciate that she honors her parents in front of her friends. She may roll her eyes at what we ask of her, but she honors our wishes for her curfew, her media choices and some of the activities she has or has not gone along with.
And in return we are trying to honor her. One of my more difficult mothering moments was the text from Bryn where she asked 'permission' to semi permanently die a streak of her hair bright blue...it was a difficult thing for me to tell her 'we trust you'. She was thankful and now her hair is navy blue right by her ear. Rebellion? no. Not from Bryn. Its her way of showing that she is her own girl. But the truth is she is still my girl, and currently I'm struggling to look at her and not roll my eyes at the silly blue streak.
|just a very few of Bryn's many good friends. This girl has a gaggle of buddies|
|I don't know how to rotate the photo, but Bryn is right there, smiling and 'present' on a recent trip to St. George|
|Bryn is rarely still. Her body dances in one way or another every waking moment of her day...|
Brynley is successful. Her Straight A average since the start of Jr. High, achieving a high honor by being selected as a cheerleader, and performing with her school and private dance companies with great success are just a few ways she is a success. To me, seeing her compassionately address the needs of a little sister, or inviting a less 'well known' classmate to a party or being willing to serve a grandparent are more evident signs of success. She is not just good at some things, Bryn is good at the important things; and that is why her success now pales in comparison to that which shines on the horizon of her future.
Bryn is growing. Not so much physically. She is still wearing the jeans she bought for 7th grade and her shoes haven't changed size for a while. But last weekend she wrote down her testimony and glued it in the back of a Book of Mormon. She rode her bike over to a friend who she thought would appreciate the book. That was an impressive display of growth and testimony. But what meant more to me was the realization that Bryn has read that book, cover to cover. She doesn't just believe in the spirit of the text, she has experimented on its words for herself. She knows, she doesn't just believe any more. That growth is the most valuable, the most tender, the most special part about her right now. Her spirit is blooming-with the color and explosion of our back yard garden. It is sweet and full of texture and life. She is becoming complete, and it is exhilerating to witness the burst of her just busting out and glowing in all direction.