Savannah's Weblog

Savannah has a sense of possession, ownership, that I don't remember having as a child. I have it now, but I'm an adult now.

And I don't so much mean owning things, but owning the ideas of how things ought to be. Her way. With that, I don't think she'll have the problems I have of worrying what others think. Unless I ruin her.

I see her becoming a leader who knows what she wants. I just wondered if I'd named her wrong. Savannah's such a soft name, so different than mine, Georgia. Mine has edges. The movie, Savannah Smiles, was where I first heard it. Everybody remembers that little girl's smile and how cute she was.

But mine is a sweet girl, no doubt. When she has seen me cry, she has run to get toilet paper, very sure that's what will make everything better. And around the house, I hear again and again, "Can I help?", "What can I do?" while I'm cleaning and moving from room to room.

I've been in my own world lately, this afternoon reading the last of the C.S. Lewis science fiction triology. I've just decided to only read after she's in bed. When she's asleep, I always think, we'll get along better tomorrow. Her three year old phase won't get to me. After all, I'm the adult here.