I sit here with Charlie beside me this morning and the lights from the Christmas tree are glowing over my laptop. I find myself thinking of other Christmases. Other times when my girls were young.
I remember getting the Sears and JCPenney catalogs (remember those?) and poring over the pages when my girls were asleep. It was pretty much a given that if I got one a doll, I had to equal that out with another doll or there would be arguments.
Kendra loved Barbie dolls. I got her one of those tall cardboard Barbie houses and she spent hours and hours playing Barbie.
Kasi didn’t care much for dolls, but if Kendra got one she wanted one too. She played teacher a good bit of the time. We always thought Kasi would grow up to be a teacher like her professor grandmother, but that didn’t happen. She ended up getting various business degrees instead.
She told me she liked numbers because there is never a wrong answer. Numbers add up. And numbers don’t lie. Kasi always felt safe with numbers.
The Drama Queen:
Kendra was a drama queen from the get go. Her grandmother (on her dad’s side) encouraged her and gave her pretty scarves and the like to dress up with. And high heels for her to stumble around in.
She was a natural storyteller and a performer from a young age. Kendra has always made us laugh. She always said the funniest things and kept us highly entertained.
I recall once going to pick them up from their grandmother’s house. Their grandmother had married for a second time, as her boys’ father had died long ago. She married an English professor from the college. He too adored the girls.
Getting A New Hairdo:
Anyway, I walked in the door and there was Jack sitting at the table with Kendra on some sort of box or elevation behind him. She was fixing his hair.
Jack just sat there, the highly respected professor still as a stone, and let her do whatever she wanted with his hair.
Kasi was a quiet child. The good girl. Never got into trouble. She had no interest in outshining her big sister in getting attention. She was studious and made excellent grades.
We had traditions. The day after Thanksgiving, I began the tradition of crafting ornaments for the Christmas tree. We used paper and cloth and made a day of it, eating Thanksgiving leftovers when meals rolled around.
But then they grew out of that stage and it was only me. I miss that.
Oh, they grow up in the blink of an eye, don’t they? Turn into their adult selves and everything changes. We have our memories for comfort. I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.
Last month Kasi turned 42 and Kendra 46. They are mothers themselves and have their own separate lives. The two of them will always still be my girls though.