My best friend has the cutest little girl. Since I am in between we have a great time together. In between means to kids I am half kid and kind of adult. That equals lots of fun. A few years ago she patted my face and said "I wish you were my Mom". This is many a times spoken by little girls to a grandmother type after we allow them to stay up too late, eat fried eggs at midnight, and trash the place with glitter and dolls. We talked about how awesome her real mom is, all the wonderful things about her and all she does for her and how much she would miss her. She agreed
and then while bouncing up and down exclaimed.. "then how about if you are my blonde mom?" Perfect. Everyone needs a "blonde" mom. I was lucky growing up to have my real mom be a blonde mom. She skipped classes with me, ate food late at night and was creative with glitter, valentines boxes and costumes. So growing up my "blonde" mom was a dark haired Aunt Sue. "Blonde" doesn't really have to do with color. It really has to do with the grass being greener. We all need a little escape from the norm. If you grow up in Neverland than a trip to London to see Wendy is just the ticket. However if you grow up under the shadow of Big Ben, Neverland looks very appealing. I love having Marlene and Kelsie- Mom and Aunt Sue in my life for contrast and meaning. Each of these women has had a big impact on my life even if one of them is in the first grade. I love how Kelsie calls me and wants to talk all day- hiding in rooms hoping her brown haired mom will forget she is on the phone with me. I love how she giggles and schemes of ways we can see each other. I love her faith she has learned from her mom. I miss Aunt Sue- she is still alive but I miss talking with her like we used to. I miss the comfort I use to feel when I was around her. She is still alive living with me but it is not the same. I love her. I wish I lived closer to my mom. It is not the same to talk over the phone. She is so fun to be with. One day I hope she moves closer. Marlene and I have so much fun together. We are different but share many of the same interests and I love being with her. I love how all these women love me when my masks are off.
My best friend has the cutest little girl. Since I am in between we have a great time together. In between means to kids I am half kid and kind of adult. That equals lots of fun. A few years ago she patted my face and said "I wish you were my Mom". This is many a times spoken by little girls to a grandmother type after we allow them to stay up too late, eat fried eggs at midnight, and trash the place with glitter and dolls. We talked about how awesome her real mom is, all the wonderful things about her and all she does for her and how much she would miss her. She agreed 
and then while bouncing up and down exclaimed.. "then how about if you are my blonde mom?" Perfect. Everyone needs a "blonde" mom. I was lucky growing up to have my real mom be a blonde mom. She skipped classes with me, ate food late at night and was creative with glitter, valentines boxes and costumes. So growing up my "blonde" mom was a dark haired Aunt Sue. "Blonde" doesn't really have to do with color. It really has to do with the grass being greener. We all need a little escape from the norm. If you grow up in Neverland than a trip to London to see Wendy is just the ticket. However if you grow up under the shadow of Big Ben, Neverland looks very appealing. I love having Marlene and Kelsie- Mom and Aunt Sue in my life for contrast and meaning. Each of these women has had a big impact on my life even if one of them is in the first grade. I love how Kelsie calls me and wants to talk all day- hiding in rooms hoping her brown haired mom will forget she is on the phone with me. I love how she giggles and schemes of ways we can see each other. I love her faith she has learned from her mom. I miss Aunt Sue- she is still alive but I miss talking with her like we used to. I miss the comfort I use to feel when I was around her. She is still alive living with me but it is not the same. I love her. I wish I lived closer to my mom. It is not the same to talk over the phone. She is so fun to be with. One day I hope she moves closer. Marlene and I have so much fun together. We are different but share many of the same interests and I love being with her. I love how all these women love me when my masks are off.
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