Whingari is a doll. She’s now 14 months old, fully a toddler with many interests and intentions. She’s also deeply passionate.

It’s taken me a while to come to a complete understanding of her passionate nature. During her pregnancy, and her early days following birth, she seemed the picture of peace and contentment to me. And I suspect she was contented. She had everything that her being could have anticipated prior to birth. She had an in-arms experience, always with me, her papa or her big brother, Nic. She could nurse just about whenever she wanted. She slept curled up next to me, warm and accessible to nursing all night long. What did she have to complain about? 😉

But even in her first months, we saw a determination in her. We saw that she was determined to pick her head up, and then sit up, and crawl and walk — all on her own timeline.

Having been through all of these stages and developments with the boys, I didn’t think anything could surprise me anymore. But she has.

These days, though she is a happy child — quick to smile and laugh, and, most of all dance, — she is also very passionate and determined. She absolutely KNOWS what she wants. Increasingly, as she is still developing verbal skills, she cannot adequately communicate her intent. And then she screeches.

Initally I started to worry…where is my happy baby?

But the more I thought about it, and observed her, I realized that she still was a happy child. She was just beginning to become sophisticated enough to be more complicated than that.

So now I understand that she’s just plain passionate. She’s passionately happy at times, and passionately (and vocally) unhappy at times. She eats her favorite foods with passion. She rejects foods she doesn’t want passionately, too. And, more than anything, she is passionate about dancing, twirling in circles, when she hears music.

In this family, being passionate is probably a defense mechanism. 😉
If she weren’t passionate, if she weren’t focused on being heard and understood, she’d be consumed by her equally passionate brothers.

Oh, and her passionate parents…

Chris and I always have many things we are thinking about, talking about, working on. And Whingari needs to be able to say, ‘hey, remember me? I NEED something now!’

Passions are good. Chris and I believe that we can teach our children anything important except passion. Passion comes from within.

Apathy, lethargy, these are the things I fear most.

I don’t know what to do with either of them.

So, here’s to passionate children. Maddening as they can be, they know themselves and that’s a great place to start!