I am the big sister,
and I have been receiving propaganda for what seems like a huge part of my life:
months of talk about sharing and cooperation.
What in the world is that! I am queen of the kid room, am I not?
So there’s to be this new little thing that will
wear my clothes,
sleep in my crib,
play with my toys . . .
and KISS MY DADDY!
No one asked for my vote.
No one asked if I wanted change and progress–Forward!
Oops, sorry. That is just something I heard on TV.
But holding this thing that somehow escaped Mommy’s tummy,
I’m rethinking my aversion to a live doll.
Her middle name is Sarahn, which is Mongolian for moonlight.
So I’ve got to thinking: If she is the reflected moon’s light, then I get to be the SUN!!!!
I am big sister, and my middle Mongolian name is smile. 🙂