inclusive

i was the youngest of three girls (i also have a younger brother and sister, but they didn't arrive until much later). being such, i have a certain sensitivity to the roll of youngest... (brace yourself. i see a lot of posts about this role in your future.)

don't get me wrong. i wouldn't trade places with either of my older sisters for even a minute, but being the youngest comes with some baggage (really, what doesn't come with baggage?)

the bulk of the baggage can be summed up by the word leftovers (hmmm... maybe that is why i don't care for leftovers to this very day.... things become less intentional on behalf of the parent and you get a lot of hand-me-downs. and i don't just mean clothes. i mean, when you ask the question of "why" in regards to how things are done you get a lot of "that's just how we always did it with your sister"...

and so i'm sensitive (just ask my sisters). i don't want everything in poppy's life to be a hand-me-down. don't get me wrong, she's wearing her sisters clothes and she's doing her rotation with the baby toys and the baby gear... but there are parts of her life that i'd like to be a bit more inclusive. as she reads back over the words of her momma (after all this blog is REALLY for them) i don't want her to feel like big sisters were my everything and she was just somewhere down the line. i want her to feel uniquely p... special in her every way (even if she is wearing the same christmas dress that both her sisters wore).

and so welcome to my new address. it promises to be more of the same.

just a wee bit more inclusive!