This Doesn't Happen to Normal People

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Friday, March 21, 2003

Tonight I was watching my child, my Amethyst, my little antichrist in the tub. She didn't know I was watching, she was just playing by herself, talking to herself and singing to herself. I have NEVER wanted anymore than I did then to own a video camera. She's just the most phenomenal little girl EVER. I wish I could record everything she does and says to watch later when she's older-and, of course, to blackmail her with when she starts to date.
Oh, I LOVE my little one! I want a baby! Another baby, if you're pedantic, but mine is not a baby anymore. *sigh* If only I believed I were a good mother. Or if I were already with a solid partner who I knew to be a good father. Soon isn't soon enough. Even NOW is too far away. I really am an impatient person. I guess this is good for me, then, this having to wait. I suppose it's teaching me patience. Or maybe just that I don't like patience. Whichever.
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