Will she be the one making her arms look like a chomping alligator or shark and chasing the other kids around, threatening to eat them?
Will she be the one studiously throwing basketballs at a child-sized hoop, determined to get the ball to go through?
Will she prefer to sit on the floor and giggle with her friends, or sit on the bleachers with her teachers and talk?
Will she want to just run and run and get sweaty and have tangled, matted hair? Or will she be like her mama at that age, hating sweat and dirt and running and doing anything remotely yucky?
Will she be doing somersaults on the gymnastics mats or playing school with her friends? If she plays school, will she be the teacher or a student?
It's a fun game. I don't have any idea what she'll be like at three, or seven, or sixteen. Yesterday Matt and I agreed that based on what we know about her now, she'll most likely be the kid bouncing on one of those balls that look like a yoga/exercise ball with handles. I mean, given her passion for jumping in her exersaucer now...that seems like it'd be totally her jam in preschool! There were a few little girls laughing hysterically as they jumped...I bet that'll be her.
It doesn't really matter to me which kid she is on the playground one day. As long as she is kind to her friends and teachers and loves what she's doing...she can run or jump or sit or talk or read or sing or chase and it'll be just great.
Today she is a happy, giggly, drooly little nugget who makes folding laundry a lot more entertaining.
I can't wait to see who she becomes...but I sure do love her a lot just the way she is now.