Leaving, On a Jet Plane...

I'm not going anywhere, except maybe to crazy town... But that's a whole other post.  :)

I miss my sister.  She moved to South Carolina.  And even though Texas was a million miles away, and this move doesn't really change anything about how often we will see eachother, it just feels worse.  I haven't seen her house.  That really bothers me.  I've cried a little about it.

So I've been feeling emotional, and it's the time of the month that I'm supposedly supposed to be able to control my emotions.  Sigh.  Then my 8 year old asks me to sit and look through her memory box with her tonight.  She has never really shown any interest in it.  It's possible she didn't know it existed until we moved.
So I sat on her floor, and began to unravel.

The first thing I grabbed was a small stack of pictures with her and my dad together.  (I know, can't you just feel your throat tighten up just thinking about it.)  You've heard it all before.  She was my first child, the only grandchild to meet my dad, named after my dad, born at the perfect time to heal our family...  She handled the tears rather well, and just said something like "You're feeling pretty sensitive, huh?"

Then came the old drawings, her blessing dress, the bracelet from the hospital when she was born, her first report card, the hat my mom knitted her, the blanket Todd's mom crocheted when she hoped Todd was a girl, her first bracelet, her Relay for Life certificate.  These all brought an onslaught of memories and accompanying emotions.  But then I found this.  (To the tune of 'Leaving on a Jet plane'.)


I'm growing big, I'm about to come out
Get ready mom, I'm gonna scream and shout
I'm going to wake you up all through the night  (this turned out to be way too true)

The dawn is breaking, it's early morn
My diaper's so full, it's very well worn
Already I'm so hungry I will cry

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you're my mommy
Hold me close, and never let me go
Cause I"m Marie and Todd's baby
Don't know how I got so lucky
Our baby, we love you so.

She'll be a genius, a music prodigy
And with her parents, she'll be a hottie
Bronwyn, we already love you so

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you're my mommy
Hold me close, and never let me go
Cause I"m Marie and Todd's baby
Don't know how I got so lucky
Our baby, we love you so.

Hilary and my mom sang this to me at my baby shower.  I had forgotten all about it, but remembered it instantly once I saw the paper.  So glad I saved it.  We sang the original song every time my dad left town, which was somewhat regular when I was growing up.  I remember the sadness in my mom's eyes every time he left.  We would wait at the airport until we saw his plane take off.  Then we'd sing.

This little parody means so much to me.  I feel so much love coming from it.  How on earth is my baby going to be 9 this year?  And why does my sister live so dang far away?  And why, oh why can't I get a grip?!