BAD Reads
JR --A Kvell About My Younger Daughter
A note to any gentile readers "kvell" is a Yiddish term for enthusing about something--your children in particular, and in this case, my own darling little monster. I promise I won't get to saccharine--if I do, just bear with me.......
The other night I was putting her to bed, and she said something about how she will be 6 next year. I said "You just turned 5--you've got plenty of time to be 5" and she said "I think it will take just a little while"
How does she know that? Five years ago she was a brand new baby in a carrier at her sister's preschool program. Yesterday, SHE was the one at the program at the same school. In the fall she'll be in kindergarten.
Where did the time go? As hellish as having small children can be (and it IS!) it is for such a brief bit of time. She looked so adorable up there yesterday--her hair was tidied by her teacher and she had an orange crepe paper flower in it. All the girls were wearing tiered paper skirts, but she is so skinny, hers kept falling off. And she looked so grown up!
She is the antithesis of her sister--a petite girly girl who loves icky things like Disney Princesses and Barbie dolls and has had a "boyfriend" since she was about 3. She's bubbly, and full of joie de vivre, and yet sometimes she'll say something so KNOWING it scares me.
She knows ways to get under my skin SC has never dreamed of. And I adore her--though I try to be firm with her, because she tries to "cute" her way out of things, and I will NOT raise a brat--I know enough of them from my job!
I had hoped my second child would be a boy, and I was disappointed because the amnio showed otherwise. I couldn't IMAGINE loving another girl the way I loved SC. But when she was born that May morning, I loved her. I love her in a totally different way than I loved (and do love) her sister, and always will. Even when she becomes a teenager, and an adult, she will always be my baby girl.
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