I just got back from my sister’s and niece’s birthday party. My niece was born on her mama’s birthday. My sister is 41 and my niece is 4. There were a lot of little kids there. And they were all so beautiful and sweet and precious. Children are just so open aren’t they? Open hearts and open spirits. They don’t hide emotions or know to feel embarrassed. At one point my niece was swimming but had to pee so she did just that. Off came the bathing suit, she peed on the ground and then got back in the pool. And one of the little neighbour kids was there and I swear to you she must be a fairy. Just a tiny little thing with olive skin and curls. When I asked her her name she didn’t just tell me her first name but her whole entire name, first, middle and last. Later on she wanted to go in the pool but the rocks hurt her feet so she let me pick her up and she hung on so tight to my neck. It was such a sweet moment. It actually reminds me of the movie Uncle Buck when Buck gets called to the principal’s office for his niece.
It’s true isn’t it?
Because they’re ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they’re no good.
Which is just so sad. I hate to think that one day my sweet niece will have inhibitions about her body or their fairy-child neighbour will be nervous at a party because somewhere along the way someone made her feel less than. I wish for her to always shout out her whole name when asked. I wish that my niece will always loves her body. (OK, you can’t just pee wherever you want but you know what I mean!)