One distinct trait that Beckett has developed, an impending boding, as she hurtles impatiently towards her teenage years, is to argue about and question almost everything.
I am in equal measure both thrilled and concerned about it. The exercising of agency, standing up for herself, and the logical reasoning I love. The need to always be right (at any cost), the potential abdication of responsibility, and the possible unimaginable collateral damage (both to her and others) in its wake, I dread.
I will consider myself an immensely successful father if I can impart to her a good sense of knowing when to stand her ground and knowing when being right will not be the right thing for her.
Finch, on the other hand, is an empath questioner. Her questions don't yet stem from a need to be right but from a place of reflecting and mirroring, immediately followed by curiosity.
It goes something like this (In Gujarati):
Me: 'Baa is going to India on Saturday.'
Finch: 'Baa is going to India?' 'In a plane?'
Me: 'Yes'
Finch: 'Then we'll talk with her on phone?'
Me: 'Yes'
Finch: 'When will she come again?'
Me: 'I don't know but maybe next year?'
Finch: 'Next year?'
Me: 'Yes'
May the questions from both the girls never abate. May they never get easier. May they always be answered.
