Lyric-isms

The "right" words often escape Lyric. She struggles to use the most common words in the most common sentences. Oftentimes, I interpret what she's saying but other (maddenly) frustrating times (for both her AND I), I have no idea what she's trying to say.

So that makes some of Lyric's observations all the more remarkable. And all the more insightful.

A week before my wedding to Pat - her soon-to-be stepdad, Lyric was apprehensive. What would this mean for her daddy? When would he get married? Would he be all alone? She proclaimed very frequently that she didn't need two daddies - she only needed one.

During one particularly poignant conversation I noticed that she was very sad. I rubbed her arm. "I'm so sorry that all this makes you confused and sad, sweet girl."

She looked up at me and grabbed my hand. "Don't worry Mommy.... I'll find my smile."

Since then, she has shared several (what I now call) "Lyric-isms". The only way I can describe a Lyric-ism is that she takes the ambiguity out of emotions and gives them "life". Lyric takes feelings and emotions and turns them into something so beatifully visual.

Recently, I picked Lyric up for school and on our way to the car she started skipping. "I love skipping Mommy! It makes my feet sooooooo happy!"

Meanwhile, just this week she had the hiccups. Pat decided he would scare her to make the hiccups go away. He quickly grabbed her and yelled "BOO!" Lyric was indignant. "What are you DOING, Pat???!!!" she asked. Pat explained, "I'm trying to scare your hiccups away." Lyric took a deep breath. Put both hands on her hips and exclaimed, "Well it's not going to work, Pat. My hiccups are very brave!"