Sometimes I love watching my girls play together-
it’s beautiful to see them when no one is fighting and they’re all in harmony.
It makes me feel like I can almost recapture that warm, wonderful,
carefree feeling of being totally engrossed in play and childhood.
I remember the hours-long swinging and singing in the backyard, the joy of setting up Barbie “houses” all around our rooms, and the lincoln log towns we built.
I remember being a “little girl sister.”
Sometimes I want to join my girls in a way that only another sister can.
I want to lay on their beds and giggle half the night over nothing, or head off to school together, all bundled up in our new coats and mittens.
Sometimes when I watch my little girls playing,
I get a fleeting desire to be their sister instead of their mother.
