She exists between two worlds, childhood and teenage-ness. Bryn, my youngest daughter, is torn between the urge to grow up and the desire to cling to the cozy, familiarity of youth.
She has a secret life now, one she would never share with her peers. The same girl that watches YouTube videos posted by cute boys from England still occasionally takes her toys out of the bin in the back of her closet and creates worlds, detailed worlds where a dragon is held captive and Muppets rally behind a duct-taped shield in a rescue effort, but fall asleep before they can free the dragon from a yarn tether. Bryn still plays, yes. But it must bring her a mix of joy and something complicated, too. Maybe a pang of guilt? Or insecurity? Or awkwardness?
But, I think that her between time is beautiful. She’s still got the bold imagination of a child, though now it’s paired with the skills of a grown up. She imagines a purse, and she crafts it out of duct tape, giving it to me for Mother’s Day. She watches a funny video on YouTube, then works quietly in her room, molding clay and tape and paper into figures, creating her own stop-action video, paired with music and animation. It’s as funny as the YouTube video, but won’t get a million hits, because she created it for her own enjoyment.
Her time of being between inspires me. I’m inspired and at the same time, reminded to savor the in between, the pauses between projects when I can let my mind drift and reignite my creativity to make something just for me. Bryn, your in-between is beautiful.