We would pretend that we were grown-ups and one of us would go to the other's house for a visit with our kids. My child was a stuffed rabbit named Bunny. CJ's was an otter puppet named Otto.
We would graciously welcome each other into our homes and talk about all the things that moms talk about. Bunny's diaper needs changing, Otto must be hungry, or oh, I'm just in the middle of cooking dinner.
This weekend, during a quiet moment in the morning while I was drinking my coffee, I thought about this game. We played it for so long and with such heart...and then all of a sudden, there I was, sitting in my sister's apartment in Boston.
She and J welcomed us so graciously into their home and we talked about everything that...well, moms talk about. Except our stuffed animals have become cats. The next stepping stone, I suppose, on our way to actual human children.
And I know I'm totally risking the crazy cat lady label with all of my cat pictures and posts (and sentiments describing them as children), BUT I thought that my lovely niece Maus needed a post to herself nonetheless.
She was such a trooper this weekend, tolerating our invasion with grace and an occasional snuggle.
Love, T.
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