Petra’s growing apace. She’s bigger, faster, stronger, and much, much smarter. Figuring out what to do with her enlarging self is giving her a bit of grief. She’s not as assured and skilled as she thinks she should be given her new powers, so she’s trying to manage herself into being magically good at everything instead of allowing herself to learn.
I can empathise with this struggle to manage, to be right and perfect and never make mistakes. It’s the bane of good girls everywhere. I want to say to her, “You never have to be anything other than what you are right now. You don’t have to be perfect, you don’t have to be good, you don’t have to be all-knowing. You just have to be you.’ I found myself muttering all that as I drove home from dropping her off at school this morning. Words to live by. Words I could stand to take to heart myself.