The younger one is desperate for the older's attention--in any form possible, good or bad. The older one is desperate for privacy. What's a mother to do?
"Make us share a room," says the younger. The older doth protest too much, methinks!
I pray. Often. And I am, at times, tempted to make them share a room.
Once in a great while, there is a glimmer of hope. The younger wrote this today:
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And she colored a picture on the back:
I think we are getting there.
Pray for us.