Baby Sister

Tiffany is my eldest daughter. Three and a half years old when the twins were born.. Wise beyond her years. Wise in ways that defy explaination. Barely pregnant with the twins I was, when she announced I was having boy and girl twins. Something rarely heard of in those days, I explained to her that twins were not something she should count on. Let alone a brother and sister. She would roll her eyes around and around. So put out by my naive, dumb mama attitude. Sure enough, she would come to foresee something even the doctors could not do in those days. Seven months later would come Heidi and Blake. But how was I to know? She was such the princess! How would she handle a new baby? One, let alone two! Assuming I would have a new baby daughter, I wrote her this:

Baby Sister

When Mommy went to make me lunch,

and noone else could hear,

I crept to my new sisters room

so we could get things clear!

Now, I can put my jammies on

and once I tied my shoe,

and I can sleep right through the night

and not wake up like you!

I can count to ten real fast,

and I can sing and dance,

and I wear big girl panties

'cause I never pee my pants!

Mommy paints my fingernails,

but yours are way to small!

And I can hop and skip and jump

and you can't even crawl!

I have my own green toothbrush

'cause I have strong teeth to chew,

and I can eat McDonalds

'stead of formula like you!

I can help our Mommy shop

and ride the pony there.

You can't even wear barrettes,

unless you grow some hair!

Before I got to tell her

that I'd never share my toys,

she waived her tiny hand at me

and made a silly noise!

There's so much I must teach her,

tell me what else could I do?...

I told her she could stick around

till she was one or two!

My little Tiffy would turn out to be anything but jealous. She would be in complete love, with nothing but admiration for her new brother and sister. She would reach out with her little hands the day she met them, her left hand in the blue bassinet, and her right hand in the pink one...and she would cry, introducing herself, and assuring them she would take care of them for always and forever...