Earlier this week I wrote a quick write in my writer’s notebook about getting my cabbage patch kid. (Last week for Memoir Monday, I toyed with the So What? of writing about Laney.) I thought I’d get it scanned and then posted in that format, yet, it just hasn’t happened. So, because it’s nearly Poetry Friday & I want to share this piece of a memoir because I’m going to use it in a lesson today, I’ll just share it like I always do — typed.
Trying to sit still, up on my knees, smile bursting from deep inside of me, I can sense Mom’s excitement. This is going to be a great gift. I’m as wiggly as our puppy, barely containing my extra energy. Little did I know I was about to get one of the greatest gifts ever.
Mom sits the package in front of me. It’s wrapped in the plastic shopping bag, like all of the gifts my parents bring back from their trips. The crinkled bag is evidence of the long trip home from Florida.
The minute Mom lets go of the gift, I tear the bag of and am face to face with the doll I’ve been waiting nearly a year to hug. Her name is Laney Windelon. How perfect! As I inspect her, I find every detail is just like her name — perfect. She is exactly what I’ve been hoping for: red hair in two braids; blue eyes, sparkling at me; a closed-mouth smile; a single dimple. Laney Windelon, my very own Cabbage Patch Kid to adopt.
Surprised, I feel tears in my eyes, slipping down my cheeks. “I’m so happy,” I barely whisper.
Like always, I revised as I typed. In this case, I changed it to present tense.
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