Friday, 11 May 2007
Handbags & Gladrags - Part Two
I've been told off and told to redress the balance. Well, that's paraphrasing it a bit, more on the lines of; "Mummy that's so unfair, you've written about her and you've not said anything about me'! Being caught up in a constant battle of fairness between two sisters is no fun. I mentioned the post I wrote about her being poorly, but apparently colds and Calpol don't count, it's still not fair!
I know that at the moment that gap between her and her sister is infuriating for her and strive as she might she just will never be the same age as her older sister. How infuriating (and unfair) is that?
On the whole, older sister apart, being seven is good (so she tells me). You can still sleep in a pink bedroom surrounded by your fairies and sylvanians and giggle away with your friends in your bedroom for hours and enjoy the dressing up box. You still look forward to your ballet classes and showing off the latest steps at home. You can still spend hours working out a new Abba routine and play imaginary games with your toys that mummy is not allowed to listen to. You can still lie next to mummy or daddy at bedtime for a cuddle and a story.
My youngest daughter makes us laugh, she is the comedian in the family, In moments of stress, worry and argument she will produce the funniest, driest comment possible (and she knows it). I love the way she confuses her words and gets embarassed and cross. I love the look on her face last week when we took her to the circus for the first time. A whole range of emotion was expressed in the space of five minutes, fear, wonder and excitement. I love the way that at seven there is still so much that is new to you. I love the way she looks at night when I check in on her before going to bed.
And as for handbags, I love the way she still likes the ones her mummy makes for her best.