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it’s okay to be an independent kid. in a community where 90% of the kids in it desire caregivers and base most of the activities around it, i understand feeling out of place. older kids may feel different because they don’t need their mom or dad as much as a toddler regressor may need them. teen regressors may feel outcasted because they don’t /need/ a mom or dad and they’d much rather game or watch movies all day under no supervision. i want to remind you that no matter how you are, caregiver needing or caregiver-less and happy, you are so important to this community and your place here matters. being different is beautiful and it’s something you should embrace. you are beautiful, always. inside and out, kiddo!

— fort build with your big sib

together you slowly build the fort. pillows, blankets, bed sheets. you fight over who gets to hang the final blanket but ultimately you decide lil sib should place it. lil sib is overjoyed and jumps around, giggling, grinning. big sib hums and runs to the kitchen to get snacks prepared. mom and dad are gone for an hour, we get the house to ourselves! no babysitter for us, big sib promised mama and papa that they were big enough to watch over lil sib. mama and papa decided that an hour wouldn’t be too bad.

big sib arrives back into their room with a plate of cookies, popcorn, crackers, pepperoni slices and other miscellaneous foods. lil sib gasps and takes a big handful of crackers. “ive got the tv ready, bubs! come on! i put on the elf movie!” big sib places the big plate inside their fort and gets settled in.

“bubs, where’s teddy?” lil sib whines. “right here, bubbie! see?” big sib hands the teddy to lil sib. a big grin appears on their face. yawns come from both of them, tired kids exhausted after a long fun day.

mama and papa come home to find their kiddos cuddled up inside a giant fort, crumbs all over their faces, holding hands. the elf movie dvd has stopped playing and is now just stuck on the ‘start’ page. they sigh. “did they eat all of the gummies?” mama asks, a chuckle leaving her as she looks down at her babies. “i think they did. it’s okay, at least they had fun, right?” papa smiles and carries the biggest off to bed, while mama cradles the littlest and follows right behind him.