If I was
asked for a few words with which to describe my youngest daughter the word
random would crop up within the first 10 seconds. As an analyst by profession,
I like things to be ordered, structured and logical. As such I often
struggle to comprehend her apparent line of thinking. To me, her tenuous
connections to topics of conversations, people or events often appear random at
best, and more often than not, irrational or illogical. I am often left
scratching my head with a matching blank look of incomprehension as I struggle
to work out how on her earth her response vaguely matches the scenario on hand.
But what
I am slowly discovering is that it is the limitations of my own brain and
static ways of processing that result in me dismissing her as random. Her
mind processing powers are actually light years ahead of mine in terms of
speed, dexterity and essentially general evolution.
For
starters, she probably likes logic and sequences more than I do. As a
small child, everything had to be structured and organised to the nth degree.
Even then, her abilities to think through a problem and work out a logical
solution would amaze me even if she did visit every letter of the alphabet when
trying to come up with an answer that in my view simply involved working from a
to b. Yet her answer because she could factor in so many additional variables,
could actually be interpreted as being far more in-depth and intelligent than
my limited view.
I used to
joke that my daughter's early development was often a case of one step
forwards, two steps backwards with a few random steps to the side just for good
measure. Little was I to know that that strange dance would be a consistent
feature of our lives. Every action, event or interaction today has that
few extra steps, along with back flips, somersaults and on good days, a bit of
hip hop thrown in too.
As the
years pass, I am slowly learning to interpret my daughter's actions and
reactions. However when it comes to trying to understand her thought
processes, it is me on the left foot, always a few steps behind, and usually
with that strange look of incomprehension or bemusement. I am however
hoping that in time her randomness will seem more logical and more
understandable within the limitations and confines of my own thought patterns.