August 22, 2006

The End of the Happy Princess

I was talkin' with Army Wife the other day and we were discussing just how HAPPY her darlin' daughter, Pink Ninja, is. AW asked the question - were WE ever just that Happy?!?!

Got me to thinking.......

I am a happy person deep down. I've always got a ditty runnin' through my mind, I'm usually in a pretty good mood and look at life in a positive way.

But not like I did as a child. Let me be more specific - not like I did as a child BEFORE the incident.

Incident? What incident, you ask....

I remember when Mama and Daddy were getting ready to adopt a sibling for me. I was 2 when the process started. 3 by the time I was told about it.

The three of us went to see my caseworker and I remember her asking what I wanted in a sibling.

First off - we all wanted to adopt a little boy. Well, they didn't have any little boys at that time. Would a baby girl do?

Ok, says Tammi. BUT (early version of "this is what I'm gonna need for you to do.....") and I actually wrote a note (aka THE list) with my requirements.

Green Hair
Pink Face
and so on......

The caseworker kept that list. She thought it was hysterical.

I wasn't kidding.

Now - before THE incident I was just about the happiest little girl on the planet. Dancing everywhere I went. Always singing. Laughter was the first thing you heard from me every morning and the last sound as I fell asleep.

I remember the day Dee arrived. The phone rang and Mama got very excited. It happened a bit faster than we expected so there were many last minute things to finish up. Daddy came home from work early - and was actually walking in the back door as there was a knock on the front door.

I stood in the archway between the dining room and the living room watching Mama and Daddy coo over this little being. Hmmmm.....didn't bode well for my status at THE Princess.

They settle in on the couch and Mama calls me over to "meet my sister". I slowly approach, hands clasped behind my back, head down.

As I settled in on the barrel chair (which is currently in my living room btw) they carried over the little Bundle of Joy.

And she was LITTLE. Dee was born premature and just sooooo very tiny. I wouldn't be surprised if one of the thoughts running through my mind was "Huh - I can take her. NOOOOOOO problem.


As I hold her I got a little angry. THIS wasn't what I ordered at all! Not one thing was what I asked for. So I quickly pawned her off to my parents and headed to my bedroom.

There I wrote another letter to the caseworker.

Asking for a refund.

This was NOT what I wanted. Not at all and I thought it was a very nasty trick to pull.

Mama still has that note.

But I gotta say - the Reign of the Happy Princess was comin' quickly to a close.

Posted by Tammi at August 22, 2006 09:13 AM | TrackBack

My older sister sis almost the same thing...nice.

Marcia Marcia Marcia

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at August 22, 2006 08:20 PM
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