casey and charlie
So BabyHope has been asking and talking about babies and growing up and what she was like as a baby. And in my tummy.
She’s also been pretending that she has a baby sister. Named Ticki. Or Vicki. Or Tara. Or today, Casey and Charlie.
“Why don’t I have a baby sister?” she asked a couple of weeks ago.
Today, it was, “I want a baby sister AND a baby brother. They will grow up and talk to me and play with me. That’s what I want.”
I know she’s three. I know she doesn’t really know what she’s asking for, but it makes my heart come up into my throat. People must have these conversations all the time with their children, but somehow for me, it’s a conversation I wish I could avoid.
She’ll never have a sibling. She doesn’t understand it.
You know what? Neither do I.