If I asked her to build a rocket ship, she’d head to ?Google, willing to please. After an hour, she’d have a wrinkle above her nose and a tear in her eye, realizing that no matter how much she wants to please, she can’t do everything.
She follows directions: cooking with cookbooks, listening to her older sister, estimating times of arrival, deciding when mom should leave the house so she won’t be late. She’s got her math workbook finished before her siblings are awake and downstairs.
She makes a cheese soufflé with Julia Child verve, animating and dialoguing her way through her cooking show. She has the work ethic of a medical resident. She wants to be a marine biologist, obstetrician, and when she’s done with that, a science teacher. She’ll do cooking school in the evenings (and I’ll come over whenever she invites, no matter where she lives).
She puts her hand hard to the task, and doesn’t let up until it’s completed as expected. Her hard work and tenacity will pay one day…maybe in dollars, but definitely in reputation. She is to me, conscientiousness.