“I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.”
Maya Angelou
I think we just have to accept the fact that we’ll be buying two of everything from here on in. If Pip has something, Crazybaby wants it. If Crazybaby has something, Pip is suddenly interested in it. This is especially true when it comes to ME.
Pip and I had a four-hour date the other day. I was all hers for the entire time. We did a bit of hand-holding and I snuck a few smooches during that time, but Pip wasn’t particularly ‘clingy.’ When we got home, however, and Crazybaby toddled toward me with arms outstretched saying, “MAMA!!!!” Pip immediately clung to my legs and started crying, “Mama!” as well.
“Pip, I need to say hello to Crazybaby.” Pip remained fastened to my thighs. “Pip, you need to share Mama.” (That one didn’t really sound right, but I gave it a go.) Pip was crying and now Crazybaby was starting to cry as well. Big Daddy-O tried to pry Pip off of me, but physical force always meets with heightened emotions, so Pip turned it up a notch. In the end, Crazybaby was passed to her dad and I took Pip away for a chat.
I told her that I loved her and that I would never run out of love for her; that I had such a big heart that I had enough love for both of my girls. I told her that I loved my time with her, but I loved Crazybaby too, and there was room for both girls in my heart.
Then I reminded her of her new water-flutes from cousin Penny and she was off and running.
