My daughters watch themselves dance in the window reflection.
Margot tucks her shirt in, untucks it. Sways her hips from side to side. Tucks it in again. Spins on one foot, her bejeweled plastic heels stomping the turn to a stop.
Mama, when I am 12 I want to fly all the way across the country all by myself with no mom or dad!
Ruby thinks she invented the side ponytail. She spends at least 10 minutes smoothing every hair into this intention every morning. The hairstyle changes in one hour. By the end of the day it's always down, a tangled mess of blond.
Mama, I feel so beautiful.
They visit my sewing studio in search of fabric for the day's cape. They play kittens, babies, school, family, princesses and vacation. They carry purses full of treasures on their shoulders at all times. Rocks, coins, lip balm, carousel tokens, tiny stuffed sheep, tinkerbell, drawings.
Margot is 6 1/2. I remember wearing a 6x, remember my cat peachy folder, Mrs. Ryding, my mom's soft brown locks. My girl is promising swirl of thoughtfulness, rebellion, confidence and gumption.
Ruby studies her sister, often torn by wanting to do what Margot does and wanting to do what she wants. She usually does what she wants. Ruby is a promising swirl of tenderness, earnestness, resilience and courage.
I really want my own room but I can't even handle not sleeping with my sister. Ever.
Our entire family knows every word to every song on the disney pandora station. The girls feel like they win at life, many times a day, Continue reading →