I have ordered and sent my granddaughter a witch hat and accoutrements for Halloween. This is the second year she has wanted to be a witch. Well, she is going to be a combination of Cinderella and a witch, whereas last year she was a fairy/witch. I believe she must like pointy hats. When I was last with her I asked if she was a good witch or bad witch, and she said there were no good witches. I pointed out the good witch in Wizard of Oz. She dismissed my argument. I wonder if this witch/princess thing is a reconciliation of her good and bad sides. If so, she's saving thousands of dollars in therapy later. I myself have only recently allowed that I might have a dark side. I like to think of myself as sitting beside Jesus in a baby blue dress, looking up adoringly. In Sunday School, a picture in the room evidently imprinted on my brain in a permanent marker fashion.
My foster granddaughter's mom is having a baby, and we are all excited about that coming event. We've begun thinking of names, even though the parents probably believe they are in charge. My granddaughter is old enough not to feel threatened, she'll be almost seven when the baby arrives, and she's in school, on a soccer team, and has her peers. I'm not saying there won't be adjustments, but she's not going to envy the baby being a baby. She's had her mom to herself for a very long time. Well, okay, maybe I'm naive, but at least I'm positive.
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