Thursday, September 9, 2010

The gold purse

One of Sabrina’s favorite things to do is dress up.  She will dress up in play clothes and costumes, but better than actual play clothes are MY shoes—usually heels.  She will prance around the entire house with one pair of shoes on, then go back for another.  At the young age of three, she has developed a love of shoes that took me years to develop.  I can only imagine what I am in for when she gets older.

It’s not just shoes, though shoes are her favorite.  She loves accessorizing as well—from hats, to jewelry, to purses.

We went to an antique mall awhile back—I was looking for vintage type hats to add as props for photography and Sabrina was looking for something else.  I didn’t know what at the time.  But while perusing the aisles, she came across a small gold fancy purse and asked if she could have it.  I didn’t think much about the gold purse until last night.

She takes it with her darn near everywhere.  But that’s not what surprises me—she always wants an accessory of some sort.  What surprises me is how I could possibly have missed the very reason for her picking out the gold purse.

I had a couple of errands to run last night, so Sam stayed back with Jason and Sabrina got to come with me.  This child never ceases to amaze me—and last night was no exception.  First, while we were walking through the “fragile” store as I call it (Pier One), she had to point out all the things that were not, in fact, fragile….such as wicker baskets.  Too smart that one is.

She surprised me more.  We had our items picked out and we were walking to the register.  She stopped, I turned, reminding her that we were done.  She shook her head, opened her gold purse, and took out a small memo flip pad.  She then informed me that we needed to purchase this shiny gold ball because it was on her list.  I stood there, trying not to double over and laugh, and told her that we got everything we needed on mommy’s list.  She sighed, but with a smile and headed with me over to checkout.

As we were checking out, the cashier made note of Sabrina’s cute little gold purse.  Sabrina smiled and looked over at me.

The cashier said to me, “And how cute, it matches yours.”

She has had this purse for well over a month.  I looked down at her and at her purse, then back at mine.  The cashier was right.  I smiled.  It had never occurred to me that was the reason that she chose that gold purse.  But at that moment it was so clear, so endearing.  And so unbelievably innocent and sweet.


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Tuesday, September 7, 2010


It’s been months since I last blogged and I have realized I have been neglecting it, so I figured the twins first day of preschool is as good a day as any to start writing in it again.  I started the blog in hopes of keeping loved ones back home up to date with our lives here in Arkansas, but over time my entries started stretching apart.  My apologizes for that, I will try to do better.

With today being their first day of preschool, I of course, had mixed emotions.  Lot’s of happiness for them—their excitement was apparent and they willing went into the room, as excited as they could be.  Happiness mixed with some sadness, of course, as well.  After I dropped them off, I wondered why I felt so sad.

The best answer I can come up with is simple—they are my babies.  No matter what they do, how big they get, what grade they go into next—they will always be my babies.  Part of my job as a mother is to not only protect and love them, but also to let them grow.  I guess it saddens me because as exciting as the future is and how wonderful it is to see them do new things, I will always remember holding my little six pound babies in my arms.  I just cannot believe they are now three and a half years old.

And as much as I resist change sometimes—I embrace it just the same (well, try).  This change is good.  It’s as good for them as it is for me, just a little tougher on my heart than it is on theirs.  To them, it was a day full of learning new things and playing with new friends. 

But to me, it was so much more.

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