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rainbowfic2013-08-24 11:58 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-08-24 11:58 pm
Summertime Blues 12: Baby Steps
Author: Kat
Title: Baby Steps
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Summertime blues 12 (The last one was better.)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (screw first person), oils (help me help you), stain (The least of learning is done in the classrooms. - Thomas Merton), novelty beads (this baby is dressed as a tree).
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG
Summary: I love Summer. I want to get that out there right away.
Warnings: none
Notes: Kelly asked Aaron on the Lint Roller, "Was there ever a time you didn't want a sister, let alone a newborn? (It counts if it's before she was born.)"
I love Summer. I want to get that out there right away. I love Summer very much. I love both my sisters very much, actually. It's a little challenging with Ivy sometimes, but Summer's just such a sweetheart it's really hard to imagine anyone not loving her.
I wanted to say that so you'll understand what I mean when I say that of course there was a time I didn't want another sister.
I think I faked enthusiasm pretty well when my stepmom first told me she was pregnant, but come on, I was sixteen. More than that, I'd hung around Jay's house often enough that I knew exactly how much work an infant was, and it kind of freaked me out.
Sure, I knew I wouldn't be doing the work, or not most of it, anyway. It wasn't my baby, so it wasn't my problem. Well, mostly. I knew I wasn't going to be able to listen to a baby cry and not do anything about it.
See, I like children. I like them now and I liked them when I was sixteen. I even liked Ivy, though God knows she could piss me off. It was only that the children I had dealt with up until that point were older, like, four and up older. Walking and talking older. Capable of taking care of themselves (sort of) older.
I got Ivy sort of grown and able to feed herself, although I sometimes had to stop her from eating things you really shouldn't eat, like rat poison, what the hell, but a five-year-old with a death wish in the name of science is not the same thing as a baby. A newborn can't walk, can't crawl, can't even lift its head. An older baby can move around, but it can't talk, can't tell you what's wrong, can't fend for itself to any degree. Something that helpless, depending on me? You bet that scared the crap out of me.
At the same time, though, I was excited. Ivy had turned out so well, little and fierce and really fun to be around when she wasn't extremely annoying, but I hadn't known her for her whole life. A baby would be a completely new person. I'd get to watch her grow up. I'd get to help her learn to walk and talk and read and write. Best of all, I wouldn't have to change her diapers or clean up her vomit, or at least I wouldn't have to do it much, because she had parents. Parents who weren't me.
Anyway, by the time she was actually born I was seriously excited. Ivy was still grumpy but she was jealous, I think, having to share her mom. I still had my mom all to myself, and I was used to sharing my dad, since it'd been six years. Plus I mostly got over the freaked out thing. I got Jay to show me some stuff, and my dad and my stepmom to show me some other things, so I was as prepared as I could be, going in.
Summer? Completely worth it. Just FYI. I might not have wanted her then, but there's no way I'd give her up now.
I love my baby sister very much. That's all that matters.
Title: Baby Steps
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Summertime blues 12 (The last one was better.)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (screw first person), oils (help me help you), stain (The least of learning is done in the classrooms. - Thomas Merton), novelty beads (this baby is dressed as a tree).
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG
Summary: I love Summer. I want to get that out there right away.
Warnings: none
Notes: Kelly asked Aaron on the Lint Roller, "Was there ever a time you didn't want a sister, let alone a newborn? (It counts if it's before she was born.)"
I love Summer. I want to get that out there right away. I love Summer very much. I love both my sisters very much, actually. It's a little challenging with Ivy sometimes, but Summer's just such a sweetheart it's really hard to imagine anyone not loving her.
I wanted to say that so you'll understand what I mean when I say that of course there was a time I didn't want another sister.
I think I faked enthusiasm pretty well when my stepmom first told me she was pregnant, but come on, I was sixteen. More than that, I'd hung around Jay's house often enough that I knew exactly how much work an infant was, and it kind of freaked me out.
Sure, I knew I wouldn't be doing the work, or not most of it, anyway. It wasn't my baby, so it wasn't my problem. Well, mostly. I knew I wasn't going to be able to listen to a baby cry and not do anything about it.
See, I like children. I like them now and I liked them when I was sixteen. I even liked Ivy, though God knows she could piss me off. It was only that the children I had dealt with up until that point were older, like, four and up older. Walking and talking older. Capable of taking care of themselves (sort of) older.
I got Ivy sort of grown and able to feed herself, although I sometimes had to stop her from eating things you really shouldn't eat, like rat poison, what the hell, but a five-year-old with a death wish in the name of science is not the same thing as a baby. A newborn can't walk, can't crawl, can't even lift its head. An older baby can move around, but it can't talk, can't tell you what's wrong, can't fend for itself to any degree. Something that helpless, depending on me? You bet that scared the crap out of me.
At the same time, though, I was excited. Ivy had turned out so well, little and fierce and really fun to be around when she wasn't extremely annoying, but I hadn't known her for her whole life. A baby would be a completely new person. I'd get to watch her grow up. I'd get to help her learn to walk and talk and read and write. Best of all, I wouldn't have to change her diapers or clean up her vomit, or at least I wouldn't have to do it much, because she had parents. Parents who weren't me.
Anyway, by the time she was actually born I was seriously excited. Ivy was still grumpy but she was jealous, I think, having to share her mom. I still had my mom all to myself, and I was used to sharing my dad, since it'd been six years. Plus I mostly got over the freaked out thing. I got Jay to show me some stuff, and my dad and my stepmom to show me some other things, so I was as prepared as I could be, going in.
Summer? Completely worth it. Just FYI. I might not have wanted her then, but there's no way I'd give her up now.
I love my baby sister very much. That's all that matters.