I (hardly) know you (so well)

Somehow two things are both true at the same time.

Thing One

I know Mazey really, really well.

I can predict her next move.

I can tell how she is feeling. I can tell when she is sick.

I can reasonably assume what her babbling words actually mean.

I know how to get her excited.

I know what makes her laugh and I know when the joke is over.

Thing Two

I have no idea who this child is or where she is headed.

I’m surprised every day.

I underestimate her, then overestimate her.

I guess wrong. I miscalculate.

I’m baffled when she gobbles black beans today but refuses them tomorrow.

I have no clue where she will be or what she will be doing in five or ten or twenty or fifty years.

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This dichotomy in Thing One and Thing Two is exhilarating.