A Paper Tiger

it makes me sick to see how much my sister has become like “everyone else.”

so much worldliness seeped right in. i think that kind of thing sinks into your skin through too much makeup.

of course i’m being a little dramatic…

but i’m scared to have a daughter in this world and if i do she’ll be pretty but nobody will ever know it because i’ll keep her always wearing frumpy clothes and no make-up and no dates and i’ll pick her friends through a careful interviewed screening process (which includes friend-of-friend references) and there will be no rap music, no jersey shore, nothing to make her think the values of the entertainment world are normal or right, no alcohol, nothing to let her think cigarettes are cool or “rebellious cool” (just stupid and self-destructive), and God and daddy will be the only men in her life and she’ll grow up knowing her place as a princess in the Kingdom and she’ll never think a tithe is the way to get God to bless you and it’s just scary thinking of all the uncontrolled influences that attack attack attack you every day and i don’t want my daughter to be attacked.

but she’ll be beautiful (to her mother’s credit). and kind, very kind.

(no i must make this clear, sarah is in no way pregnant, i’m just ranting. there was a rumor that she was, and i don’t know how it got around, but somebody came up to my mom and congratulated her on being a grandmother soon and that’s not what a mother wants to hear as a surprise from a non-family member. NO BABIES ON THE WAY. clear? clear.)