Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Sydney the Brave

Ironically, I was knocking on the door of my ex-son-in-law’s home while he and the girls were knocking at mine. Good news had been received in the mail.

My daughter called earlier in the afternoon to inform me that ‘the letter’ had arrive, Sydney was accepted into the Arts and Communications school. Her name was drawn in the lottery. Sydney’s immediate elation had quickly turned to tears upon hearing the news. She will be attending a school where she knows no one. Her days will be separate from her friends. She realizes what a big step she is taking and that her life will be different.

“Mom, can you call her?” my daughter asked after talking to Syd on the phone.
“Better yet, I’ll go over,” I replied. I stopped at the house. No one home. Evidently they were knocking on my door while I knocked on theirs.

We had all encouraged Sydney to follow her passion of writing and drawing. No pressure was applied, only options. At age ‘almost 11’, it was a big decision on her part. I’m not sure I would have been so courageous.

I called to congratulate Sydney. She seemed just fine. Nervous but excited. I hung up the phone immediately receiving a call from Gabby. She was laughing all the way down to her toes jabbering about us missing each other at each other’s homes at the same time. “Come over now, Grammy,” she said without hesitation.
“Is it okay with your Dad?” I asked. The phone was held away from her mouth, but the conversation with her dad was loud and clear. “He said okay.”

The door opened and a bundle vibrating with energy hidden beneath a blanket on the threshold. I hadn’t seen the girls in five days. It was a long time for us. “Gabby, is that you?” I teased. The bundle unfolded delivering a hug as a sailor might receive after returning from months at sea.

Sydney walked out of the kitchen cool and collected. We sat down and talked about her decision. I told her that I understood that she was nervous and scared she would lose her friends. “You can always go back to the neighborhood feeder school if you decide to,” I said. “But I know you are brave and can do it if you try.”

No hesitation. No doubt in her expression. “I’m going to do it.”

I look at my granddaughters and know that they get the support to fly on wings, to be creative, to capture new experiences while noticing the simple things in life. It is what family does for one another.

Yes, you will, my granddaughter. Yes you will.

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