At 48 years old, I've finally got my first girl...a girly girl that is. Maisy loves to play with her dolls...not just the ordinary feeding them, rocking them and putting them to sleep..Oh no, not Maisy, she does trach cares, feedings the baby "boluses" through their imaginary g-tubes and listens to their heart with a stethoscope.
She loves to play dress up and dance around all through the house. Yesterday, she was dressed up and twirling all around in the kitchen...she said she was a "princess dancing". Every time that Maisy speaks, I get chills. Every time. She was silent so long, each word amazes me. I asked her which princess she was thinking she may say that she was Snow White or Cinderella, but forgetting that Maisy is not your ordinary princess...she surprised me again. She squeeled, "I am the princess of peace!" I really like your choice of princes, Miss Maisy.
Today, I asked Maisy to tell a friend we were speaking with what her princess name was...she looked at both of us with a bossy Maisy look and announced, "I am the queen!"
Now, If I can just teach her that the song "Praise Ye the Lord...Alleluia" which she sings all day long, is NOT "Mais-y the Lord," I think we ought to be in better shape.
