I'm not exactly sure what to do with my granddaughter this afternoon. It's overcast and we have done the Halloween thing already, chosen our pumpkins, bought decorations. No movies are out that are remotely suitable for a seven year old. We could walk to the pet store, and mosey around the toy store, and get her a cookie at the bakery. Well, she may have an idea. Her mom since a two minute video of my granddaughter reading to her four month old sister, and the sister is staring at her own hands, fascinated and cross eyed. It's pretty funny. My granddaughter tries to put her hands down, but up they pop again. Baby is wondering what those things are?! Getting your sister to pay attention is always a challenge, I imagine. I had a younger brother, and he was always frustrating me. He wouldn't play dolls and was into destroying my toys and sawing on furniture and finding snakes in the back yard. You can't control your siblings worth a hoot.
I wanted a sister, when I was a kid. I inevitably bonded with other girls with only a brother. My best friend in childhood had a much older brother. My best friend now has three sisters, and I'm ever curious about how that works. I can see there is competition and conflict, but still...and aunt for my kids would have been nice. Someone who understands being a mother and wife. But I'm romantising, I know. My brother was an ally with me as a child, but as adults, our different genders made us approach life differently, and only estranged us more. When our parents died, something unraveled. Because as adults, we have differing views of the world, values, politics. It could have been no different if he'd been a sister, but sometimes, I do wonder what I missed.
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