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The Gift

Everyone waited with a big breath! What could it be? The bag opened almost too slowly… and then… we saw it! The most beautiful dress ever! From my dear Aunt. She always gets me a dress for my birthday. She said that this year she couldn’t find one that she liked so she was about to get me something else. But then she did find one after all, last-minute thing. Oh, I’m so happy for the last minute she continued to look.

She treats me every birthday to a beautiful dress. She has a nice style, and chooses just what I like. This time it was dark blue and very thin, wavy material. It matched perfectly with my long blond hair. I tried it on and it was a just right fit. How does she get it perfect every time? How does she know I will like it? She must be very in tune, I think. I guess she was a girl my age once upon a time. And sometimes I guess that’s how God is with us. He knows what we’ll like and what is good for us even when we don’t always know it.

I saw Mom’s look on her face. I could tell that she wished she had one just like it. We kind of borrow each other’s clothes sometimes cause we’re almost the same size. I wear size 12 and she wears between 12 and 14. I’m only a few centimeters away from her now. The nurse at school measured me the other day. Mom was shocked how quickly I caught up, in just a few months. Well, usually it’s me borrowing her clothes cause she has lots more than I do. She goes to these book fairs and events and needs nice to clothes to wear there, so she gets a dress from her sister, my aunt, every year too, for her birthday. Those are always beautiful as well. Soon they’ll fit me. I can’t wait.

The other day I told Mom to take really good care of her clothes. When Dad asked why, I had to be honest. “Because they will belong to me soon! When I fit into them, I can have them.” But Dad was not convinced and let me know that even though I may be growing and changing and will very soon fit into her clothes, she is NOT. Oh boy! But that’s not what I wanted to hear.

I will still make sure that Mom takes really good care of all her pretty dresses and clothes. I can make sure she doesn’t stain them or over-wear them – for ME!! Is that even a word? Over-wear? Does it mean what it says? Well, it has lots of meaning to me. And, and I can’t forget about her shoes, her boots, her … Because, because, they will go to me soon! Sooner than she thinks. Look how quickly I grew? I guess to look on the bright side of things, the UPside is that I can at least borrow them sometimes. I guess we could still kind of “share” clothes maybe? Even though Dad says I can’t have Mom’s wardrobe.

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It Finally Happened!

Yes! Finally! It happened! My birthday! This once a year special occasion. Only this time I had to wait 2 months before we found just the right time to do it with my friends and family. Dad and Mom were very busy and the other times that I wanted to do it, like during vacations, my friends were not around or some other friends had planned their birthdays first. I did get to have 2 birthdays this month but not my own, ha. Well, so it was finally happening! I had hoped and planned for a wonderful, amazing and exciting time.

But then it happened…. and I didn’t feel any different afterwards. Mom and I spent 2 days planning and setting it up, going shopping, decorating, cooking, baking, etc. I know she really tried her bed to make it special for me. And she took lots of her time for it. And I helped her too, cause it was fun for me. But I just didn’t think that it would be all over with so so quickly.

All my friends came, made their pizzas and ate them just like that. I had planned to make a big fancy Italian pizza restaurant thing where they could create their own pizzas. I had done that like 4 years ago with my friends when I turned 7 and it was the funnest birthday ever. But this time it wasn’t the same. Maybe I expected too much? Maybe my friends were too old for that? Or cooking wasn’t special anymore for them because they could do it at home when they want to? I don’t know.

I was kind of disappointed. But well, if I didn’t try it, I wouldn’t have known. I don’t think I’ll plan that again. My friends just wanted to hang out in my room, jump on my very clean white sheets (Yikes!) or play with my birthday presents they just gave me, mixing up the slime and sparkles, which I had wanted to do by my very own self. But… they are my friends and well…. I guess they have that sort of thing about them that they can do in my room of their free accord… because we’re friends.

I didn’t feel too good about it but I was a bit shy to tell them not to jump on my bed. Mom had planned all these fun games and activities to go along the pizza birthday event, but they just wanted to hang out. I didn’t push for the games, even though I really looked forward to them, doing them WITH my friends. But I was worried that if we did them, they may not like them or maybe would not want to be friends with me anymore after. I don’t really know what I was thinking. And why is  it so hard to try to please everyone?

You know what, I’m glad that no matter what I do, even when I make mistakes or say or do the wrong things sometimes, God, my very best friend, still loves me to the full.

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What Gift Should I Give?

I’ve been waiting to get some birthday invitations. We’ve moved here over a year ago and still none. I think I’ve beat everyone on that one. Even though I have some nice friends, I guess it takes a while before they start inviting you to their parties. I don’t blame then too much cause I haven’t invited any for mine yet either. Come to think of it, I haven’t even planned mine yet. I have a few ideas but I’ve got to talk it over with Mom since she’ll most likely have to help me with it, a whole lot!

But just this last week, in one chunk of time, I’ve gotten two invitations, from two very good friends, one from school and one from church. One at the beginning of the week, oh my, it’s TODAY, actually today… and the other at the end of the week with a sleep-over. I can’t wait, I’m so excited. But just one small problem. I have no gift yet! It’s happening in only a few short hours and I’ve got to be all pretty and permed and with the best gift of all. But I really don’t know what to get them. What do you get someone who you don’t really know so well yet? Before we moved, I could tell right away what my other friends would have liked. I knew what they were into and all that stuff that you know about your friends.

I just got it now! Being invited to their birthday and seeing what the other friends get might give me a good idea of what they like. But well, that will be too late to get them anything, won’t it? I’m just going to hop into the car, with Dad, cause he has to go do some business anyway, and maybe he’ll be able to do a shop stop for me, well for my friends. He’ll have to be willing to pay for whatever I buy too. Usually Mom takes care of all that stuff, with a little help from me. But she gotta stay home today in case the post man comes by to drop off something important. That’s the time that I really appreciate Mom. She does a lot of those gift things for me. She makes the packages all pretty and fancy. She helps pick just the right gifts even if she doesn’t know what the friends are into, she makes it beautiful enough to please anyone. I want to be just like that when I grow up. She knows how to cheer up others with her taste for decor and art.

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The Boom Box

I know that I don’t talk much about my brother in my writings. Maybe cause it’s all about ME. But I do need to add him in here once in a while because Brother and Sister do go together. I couldn’t be a sister if I didn’t have a brother. It takes both of us, just as is the old saying that Mom and Dad like to say because their mom and dad told them because the grandparents told them… kind of thing… “It takes two to fight!” We get that one a lot between brother and sister, especially when Brother wants to get me in trouble so says that I did something when I actually really did something else. Or he likes to paint the picture of me really black when it’s only a little big gray, which means that I didn’t do something so so bad like he says I did. Maybe I just made a little mistake. Anyway, Mom says it’s also a typical thing between brother and sister. She should know, she has 4 brothers and 4 sisters. Gosh! And Gosh again! I don’t know how I could manage that many in my family. And especially not with my kind of Brother.

We had a nice and cozy lunch and all of a sudden Brother bashes on the table and starts his one man show with singing at the top of what his voice can go. And then he gets up from his stool, (still in the middle of lunch) and he dances and stamps around the kitchen floor. It’s like we have our own concert going on, without even having to pay for it. We were having a conversation, mind you. But once the show began, neither of us could hear ourselves talking anymore. Dad called him the MUSIC BOX though I think I would have rather called him the BOOM BOX!! Sometimes Dad plays along with it and joins in the singing and crazy dancing. Mom goes up to Brother and gives him a hug to try to calm him down. It doesn’t always work but only makes him sing even louder. Mom doesn’t like such loud noises close to her ears. She doesn’t even let me whistle next to her. She says it hurts her ears. Poor Mom. She really misses out on my nice whistling. I get that from Dad, I think. Cause she can’t even whistle more than one note and for one second at a time.

Well, after our lunch was finished “Boom Box” moved his show upstairs to his room, which is close to my room, so “the show went on” and all to myself, you could say. Sometimes it calms down a bit, while Brother writes his other new song and then it gives me some peace to think of my own thoughts.

I love my crazy, noisy brother. It wouldn’t be as much fun without him, even though he is a bit loud sometimes. But it would be boring and too quiet without him, I think.

I do have a cat to make up for him though. Today at lunch, I think she joined in with his singing too. Though her song went a little more like this:

“I’m hungry! Doesn’t anyone ever feed me?
I did get food an hour ago, but I’m still very hungry.
Actually, I’m starving here! Doesn’t anyone hear me!
Poor me! Poor me! Poor me!
Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!
I’m Mimi, Mimi, Mimi.
If you love me, feed my tummy, tummy, tummy!”

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Beauty or Not?

I got this Beauty book from Mom as a little gift. But what’s a Beauty book for anyways? I didn’t quite get it. And then to top if all off, Grandma gave me another beauty book for my birthday. Is it because they think I’m not beautiful enough? Or that I have more to learn about it? I thought I was already pretty far along in “beautifying myself”. I kind of do that myself by looking at others my age (at school) or maybe those a little older than me (in high school). How do they dress? What style of clothes are IN these days? I find that out myself really, from magazines or window shopping or when on special occasions, Mom takes me to do some girly shopping, like on my birthday. Or I may be curious how they do their hair? What’s the make-up color in style? Etc.

I’m guessing that because both Grandma and Mom are not so into style or beauty, well they are beautiful in their own way and they dress nicely (most of the time), but it maybe just isn’t my style I guess. And they don’t take a lot of time for themselves. My mom doesn’t go to the hairdresser, she just likes her hair long and easy to take care of without washing with all these special shampoos or drying every day. I don’t think I’d even have time for that either. I don’t know what I’m trying to say here except that, well, beauty is important to me, it is! But from a book? What if the person in the book wrote it for them or for their daughter? And what if I’m different and have a different body figure or a different color of hair and skin so might need a different blush?

I cracked open a few pages of the book tonight as I lay in bed and I actually became interested. There are a lot of things I didn’t even know about. I didn’t think that taking care of my nails or my skin was so important. I didn’t know that using the right shampoo for my type of hair was important. I didn’t know a lot of other things…

I just realized something!!! Lo and behold!!! There are a few things I can learn from those older than me, what they do or don’t know and I can learn from books too. Maybe all that helps me to put together the beauty tips that are just right for me. One of the beauty books is very practical and the other talks about ways that I can be beautiful on the inside, with a loving and meek heart.

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The Big Whale of a Mess

Today, Mom asked me to pick up in my room, again! But it’s MY room! Can’t I decide what to do with it? She told me that she only reminds me once a week, on Saturday nights. The rest of the time it’s up to me how I would like my room kept (or seen when my friends come over to visit.). When Mom comes around telling me to pick up my clothes from the floor, I feel like Jonah is reliving in me. God told him to warn the people of Ninevah for being bad – Mom told me to pick up my clothes. I do see a little resemblance, just slightly, mainly the fact that I really didn’t want to and neither did Jonah.

The reason I don’t want to? Well, the next time I get dressed or look for clothes I’m afraid they’re just going to be on the floor all over again, so what’s the use? I feel like running far, far away, looking for another home that won’t have me pick up my clothes or maybe better yet, where they have some modern invention that picks them up for you. Is that even invented? If not, there’s some business plan for me when I get older. I bet it will change the world, especially those other 11 year olds like me that don’t like picking up after themselves.

I stepped into my room and I saw it! The whale of a mess! Now I really felt like Jonah but this time with the WHALE! And it was out to get me, cause it was bigger than I expected. And it took me way longer than I wanted, which made me miss my drawing and doodling time.

I wonder if it would be a bit ­easier to pick up right away after I get dressed, put my dirty laundry in my hamper, put away my clean laundry, as soon as I get it from the line… I don’t know. But I might give it a try. After all, Jonah did feel sorry after his trip in the whale. I should learn from my messy whale lesson as well and see if there isn’t some other better way to deal with my stuff around my room and all over my floor.

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My Sneaky Slime Stories

I have to let you in on a little secret, but my mom’s not supposed to know about it. You see, she doesn’t like me doing this because it makes a mess and I really don’t want to clean it up. Then it stays on my windowsill or my desk for a few weeks and usually hardens and ruins something. I started out telling her that it’s my science project from school. But that didn’t work for too long. “You’ve got to be learning something else besides this in science class.” she told me. Yup, we do! And then I told her it’s because my friends can’t do it at their home, so they come and do it here with me. “And why can’t they do it at their home?” she asks. Not sure but I’m guessing it’s for the same reason that my Mom doesn’t want me to do it either.

Can you guess what it is? SLIME! Slippery, slimy, very sticky and sometimes stinky slime. That’s why we like to add some of Mom’s soaps or shampoos in there. But after a few empty bottles left in the bathroom, she was not happy. I’ve had to do it in secret now. So I’ve tried a few hiding places. Behind my desk, under my bed or behind my curtain, on the windowsill. Why does she always seem to come in the room and need me when… when I’m in the middle of it. Yikes! She’s been okay with it now, but she hasn’t helped me clean it up anymore. I guess that makes me think twice if I really want to get into this sneaky slimy mess. My friends don’t clean it up. They leave just before it’s time to do so. I don’t blame them at all. But at the moment, it’s the most exciting thing to do. Mixing powders and liquids and gels and colors and getting something so slippery and slimy as the end result. That’s a real science project if you ask me.

I could grow up being a scientist or something. It’s a useful skill, making something out of what seems to be so nothing. I know, Jesus does that with me. I’m just a little silly thing sometimes but He uses me to be a blessing to others. That’s a big thing!

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My Cooking Inventions

My Mom said I could cook whatever I wanted, as long as I clean up after myself. I quickly borrow one of Mom’s computer screen (she’s using the other one but sometimes she doesn’t mind me watching something on the one she’s not using at the moment). She doesn’t do that all the time otherwise she gets too easily tripped off watching them with me, hee. But it kind of depends on what she’s working on. She can’t write while I’m watching, but sometimes she’ll draw or color, which gives her something to listen to at the same.

Anyway, this time a cooking program popped up, from one of the websites Mom had visited earlier in the day. And because I had the right ingredients, I decided to try it. Here I go! Mom even comes to join me as she’s so interested in this one! I blend up some peanuts, I add in some dates, first making sure you have the right dates, not the dates from the calendar which I tried when I was very young. Don’t ask me what happened there. After the peanuts (or any other kind of nuts you want to use instead) and the dates (without the seeds), I added in some cocoa powder and a dab of water to get the right consistency, not too dry but not liquid either. I got it just right to be able to roll them up into little balls. Then I dipped them in more crunched up nuts and put them in the fridge to keep cool.

Dad, Mom and some friends that we shared them with adored them. I do like trying out new cooking inventions, especially when I have to come up with something myself. I didn’t have hazelnuts so I used peanuts instead. Does that mean I made up my own recipe? I should see how many recipes I can alter with my own ideas. But I’ll just let you know of the ones that work.

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Birthday outing failed

We’d planned this outing for a month. It was all set. The weather was going to be great. No rain! We had booked up the date and all there was left to do was wait. Wait! And wait some more. I counted the days or more like the minutes. I couldn’t help waiting. Have you ever waited for your birthday or for Christmas? You get the picture, right? You see, it was for my birthday. What could be better than that? We would go on this amazing park adventure, where you touch the animals, feed the animals, climb trees, walk barefoot on different paths, rocky, wet, poky, fiery… So many other things I can’t even tell you about here. I’ll tell you once I’ve done it.

But you can’t believe what happened? My brother has to decide to get sick with the tummy bug, the night before leaving!!! He probably purposely ate something bad, to get sick and throw up all night so that he would be too tired to go today. Well, I’m sure he didn’t mean to, but he could have picked any other day to get sick but this day. It’s a bummer, not getting to do what you had planned to do. Mom even got a special snack and special sandwich bread and some ham, so we could have a special picnic. Looks like I’m getting myself deeper and deeper into a really sad pit of sobs. Let me climb out of it.

Okay, we did get to enjoy our special picnic foods today, even though we didn’t go on the outing. I got to have some special mommy time, since we had the time for it. Dad even took me swimming to the pool, to do something “out of the norm”. I could enjoy an ice-cream and a special snack without a tummy bug. I bet Brother didn’t enjoy his day as much as I did, so I’d better not make him feel too bad, right?

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My Packing Spree

“A full paged list of things to bring?” But we’re only going for 2 days. Mom agreed with me on that one. Neither of us could quite understand why we had to bring 5 pairs of clothes, 4 socks, 4 panties, 2 jackets, 4 pairs of shoes… you get the idea. I guess we will find out tomorrow but now I’d better get started. It will take me forever to pack all this. I only have this afternoon to do it as we’re leaving early morning. First things first! I need something to put all my stuff in. You know, those box looking things that have wheels, that are a bit bigger than a bag because did you notice the list? I can’t remember the last time I even used one, imagine that? Yes, a suitcase!! Usually I like packing things into my backpack or duffel bag, but not big enough this time. Extra measures call for extra luggage.

I laid out, on the floor, in my room, in our house, in our town…. will stop that right there for fear it will get too long – my piles of clothes and everything I needed to pack into that suitcase. It took up my whole floor and Mom can’t say this time that it was a mess. No, for it was my packing plan. All this “mess” would soon make it into the suitcase.

An afternoon later, all was set and I was ready for a good nap, or a good night of sleep. The next morning, I proudly walked with my suitcase and backpack, ready to greet my friends who were also making their way to school. The bus hadn’t arrived but I said bye to Mom. I didn’t really need her anymore (after she helped carry my suitcase) cause now I was with my friends. All the girls had these pretty colorful suitcase. All I had was a plain black one. All the other kids had strong sturdy hard ones, I just had a soft one. “What’s on your suitcase?” asked my friend. “Do you have a cat?” another one asked. “Yes!” I answered proudly. “I guess I’m the only one who brought “my pet” along on this trip!” A black suitcase with a white cat in the house… you get the pretty picture. It made me think of her and home, and my family back home. Always great memories!