Term “diva” usually relates to a famous and talented female singer but it also has a pejorative meaning of a person who is too fussy and demanding. I am particularly interested in gaining a better understanding of both because… I am raising a diva.
My diva is only 4.5 years old and 3 feet tall but she is already known in our small neighborhood. Her voice is strong and she can be heard at the end of an alley leading to our house. As all divas do, she cares nothing about her fame, all that matters to her is the fact that her soup is too hot, for example.
My diva, who is exactly three feet tall has a taste for grand jetes and Beethoven. Her favorite music to perform to is famous “Ode to Joy”. Did I already mention she is very dedicated? She likes to practice her moves without being prompted and has quite a skill for improvising. She can spend good twenty minutes practicing jumping on one leg and if that leg refuses to go on … well, she can get frustrated. This little person has a determination of an adult which makes it extremely difficult for her … and her family.
My diva loves books, too. Luckily, books are very forgiving and usually act according to her whims. They don’t refuse or tell her what to do, she is perfectly happy within their realm. It is similar with her dolls and puppets. She is totally in charge of her theater and all of her toys do as she commands. It is particularly entertaining to eavesdrop when she is narrating and making her dolls act. She is equally skilled in using her own feet to create a little impromptu show when we are driving too long in our car.
She lives in her own fantasy world that is so hard to leave and move on to the other dimension, this world of grown-ups with their impossible clocks and calendars that tell you it is time to go when you are clearly not done playing yet. This enchantment world is far more real to her than our own to us. When she is taking her time to have a conversation with a rose in her garden, only an artist can truly understand how caring and sensitive she is. She goes on taking a seat next to her rose and engages herself in a very animated sort of a dialogue between herself and her plant. Talk about taking time to smell roses…
I am slowly gaining some understanding of how complex and rich her emotions are, how difficult they are to comprehend to her. It is not an easy task to navigate through a world of very high emotional states coupled with some really low ones. As I am learning with her how to help her cope with them and make her a somehow more balanced and easy person to be, the process can be intense. However, she is who she is and I am here merely to guide her and offer my wisdom.