Bug comes down the stairs pouting. Her sister is growing up. She hates it.
Bug really wants to be a twin to her older sister. That way interests might change at the same rate. For now, my oldest is beginning to have the mood swings associated with her age. She hesitates to play with dolls, wavering between acting older and indulging her love of play. And she likes her privacy now. Bug, two years older, feels left behind and resentful.
On other days, the girls, they push each others buttons until one them screams in frustration. Usually it’s my oldest, Bird. She clenches her teeth as she thuds down the stairs and hisses, “I cannot share a room with that girl for another minute.”
On good days, when patience and gentleness still remain, I smile. I remind my red-cheeked daughter that perhaps God gave her a sister so she had the opportunity to pracitce loving someone when it was hard. Because outside our home, it will be even harder.
Oh friends, I have missed this 5-minute writing exercise. Won’t you join us? Won’t you relish the chance to let the words pour out, without perfection’s hindrance, because if you love stories, you can’t stop writing them down. Join friends at Lisa Jo’s for another lovely evening (it’s midnight, lovely morning?) of writing. Today’s word: opportunity.