feral child

that is what she is.
i'm not sure what this description depicts of my parenting,
but needless to say i have no handle on this one.
she is wild.
she is feral.

but we are ALL so enamored with her, it seems that it doesn't much matter. she says jump,
we say how high?
someday perhaps minie is going to mind? it's so funny how i parent each one of them so differently. how they respond differently. from the moment poppy entered this world i knew she was special. i was so in love with her, but so didn't understand her... the demanding cry... her persnickety eating habits. i can't explain it... poppy just is.
i have absolutely no question in my mind that she most definitely will always get her way. she gives me this sense that she truly isn't mine.. that she loves me, and wants me.. but she doesn't necessarily need me.
it's truly like she is borrowed. here on earth for a mission.
i marvel at how i am so lucky to have her. how i get to be the one she chooses love. and i guess there in lies her wickedness. and as frightening as it sounds.. i don't worry.
because i know that this is the only way her little 21 month old self knows how to handle it.. i know that one day she will figure it out, and live up to the phenomenon she is bound to be.

she is our tank,
our poptart,
our baby...
just because she wants to be.
and only because.

please always want me little one.
i love you.