The daughters of this house truly love each other and get along a significant portion of the time. But when the Big One starts growing up and spreading her wings, the Little One gets uncomfortable and protective and suspicious of just about everything. The Big One is excited, the Little One finds it all unfair. What's in it for her, anyway? Who can be happy when the Big One is at camp? On one level, this Momma agrees with the Little One, but knows that the Big One needs some Big Experience away from the Little One. So, the Little One prays that the Big One is combing her hair, is resting, is having a good time, and the Little One tortures me with her loneliness. Sigh.
The following art piece was created the day that the Big One came home from camp (an hour and a half late, as the Little One likes to remind me.) Her feelings are just all out there, apparent for everyone, and now make a timeless keepsake that I have salvaged from the Big One, who was a little freaked out by the Little Ones honesty. Sigh again. When the Big One goes to camp again, we will be medicating the Little One so the Momma does not lose it. Again. Sigh.
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