My missing daughter

Every time I sit down to write a blog post, it seems as though I have a lot of things to say about Ads, but very little about my daughter. You know how some kids are so independent, and so mature and all-sorted-out? Y is one of those. And yes, maybe because she's my second, I don't worry and obsess about her as much as I tend do with Ads. Also, while I can predict my son's moods and reactions to the minutest extent, with Y I tend to proceed more cautiously, with a larger basket of logic and reason, as opposed to sheer maternal instinct.
At 3, she has a level of maturity and seriousness which I cannot help but compare to Ads' terrifying threes, when everyday was an exhausting parade of emotional highs and lows. Y does not have to deal with a younger sibling (which Ads did), but still, I believe her personality is so much more like her father's - she's quiet, patient, serious, affectionate, rock-solid. She takes time to warm up to anybody. Ads is a good example to her and as her role model, she will follow him to the ends of the earth. He has taught her to be more friendly and social and better-mannered and one day I hope she will teach him to be less temperamental!
At the same time, she is definitely the big sister too. Running to give him a proprietorial hug and kiss as he returns from school, patting his head and saying "My baby!" and whispering conspiratorially to me "Amma, why is anna in a bad mood?" :)
She knows to keep quiet (and away) from Anna when he is moody. She wants to have 3 kids - a girl, a boy, and another boy, in that order. Apparently I will have to live with her and take care of her kids while she goes to work, although she has promised me she will come back home early every day and take over childcare responsibilities :) She loves jewellery and long hair. Her glasses make her look quite serious and she now understands when random people ask me why she is wearing them. Some days, she is quick to answer in Tamil "Enakku power irukku" or "Enakku squint irukku."
I find it weird (absurd, even) how she quietly plays second fiddle to her vastly more high-maintenance brother. She observes every single thing, right down to how that Aunty pinched Anna's cheek and not her's. Yet, although she remarks on it, she rarely complains. It's a strange adjective to apply to a preschooler, but in her calmness and strength, I find her utterly dignified. 
So that's my beautiful, wonderful daughter. Wise beyond her years. And doesn't give me half as much trouble as her brother does, even now! No wonder she doesn't figure much in these pages :)