This past weekend I spent some time alone with Abigail and took her to the Dancing Paint Brush in Poulsbo where she painted a box shaped like a fish. It was fun to have some time alone with her. If I remember any child’s baby days, I probably remember hers the best, since she was the first, yet it is still hard for me to remember what it was like to have only one.
On Sunday, when I went to the grocery store, I asked the girls if anyone wanted to accompany me. Elisabeth decided to come along for the trip. I think she wanted her own time to herself with me.
Somewhere inside each of us, we all want to be the only one.
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1 Katherine // Nov 4, 2005 at 9:20 am
I totally agree. We want to be cherished individually, not as part of a group. We long for significance and affection, just one person, even though there are billions of others.
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