These past two months have brought some
wonderful things with it, starting with the Christmas season and all it
entails, celebrating birthdays, teeth tottering, a Girl’s Trip to Lubbock,
football watching, my mom and her classes that teach her how to use all of her
technology and gadgets (I don’t even know where to begin to tell you all the
reasons why this makes me grin like a possum) cold weather (which equals so
many happy things…fireplaces, hot chocolate, cute sweaters…just to name a
few) good friends, and laughter…Lots of
laughter. My 3 geese have been on my hip
most of the time, and I was quite traumatized, honestly, when our Christmas
vacation came to a screeching halt and I had to deliver them back to
school. They make this house loud and
joyful and messy. They laugh and eat and play.
And they make this mama’s heart feel like it’s going to explode when I
stop and look at them and think I am going to die from their preciousness.
As you know, the holidays are synonymous with togetherness. Breathing the same air. Peas in a pod. And while most of the time, this is a good thing, there came a point in our family’s life recently when the Kumbaya moments fell to the wayside and living at Morris Ave was no longer roses and ponies. The moment was heartbreaking to this mama because once my kids start bickering and fighting with one another…the gloves are off.
Claire and Gregory have a unique relationship due to the fact that neither one of them remembers their lives without the other. They are 17 months apart, and probably the closest thing to twins that one can muster without actually giving birth to two babies on the same day…a concept that I can hardly wrap my brain around. They are inseparable. They finish each other’s sentences. She is his “other mother” and he is her biggest fan. It’s hard to say one of their names without the other. You get the point.
And then, there is Meredith Grace. She came into the world at a whopping 5
pounds, and captured all of our hearts the instant we met her. She squeaks and 4 people JUMP…and I am
beginning to think she prefers her world to operate this way. She is witty and
funny. She is joyful and happy and
kind. We often call her the icing on our
cake…we honestly could not imagine our life without her beautiful smile. But our family faces the same problem that
many others share as well…2’s company, 3’s a crowd. My older two can buddy up and leave Meredith
out of their card game, bike riding, trampoline jumping, Lego building or
whatever adventure they have found themselves involved with…and cut her to the
quick faster than anything. She will
always be the youngest, and with that comes struggles that I know all too well,
growing up in a house full of 3 older brothers.
I sometimes watch Claire and Gregory interact with Meredith and wince as
they shun her immaturity with their tacky tones and raw run-ins. Obviously, I address it in the moment the best
I can…usually with an apology and a break for everyone. But as the last couple of months have dragged
on with what seems like endless days of being cooped up inside due to frigid
temperatures, my patience has become thin and their relationship threadlike.
What had become a typical scenario: kids playing outside. Sun goes down, kids come inside. Older two begin playing in boy’s room. Youngest wants to join them. They say no. She cries. Blah blah blah.
But this time, it was different. This time, I heard a tone in her cry that reached in and pricked a spot in my soul that I didn’t even know was there. It instantly brought back memories of quarrels with my brothers…one in particular…and I immediately jumped to her defense. A flood of emotions overwhelmed me as I walked into Gregory’s room and sat down.
So…30 minutes and many tears later, I believe
that I communicated to our geese what I have been trying to say for years. God
has given them each other…to take care of, to learn from, and to cling to. And
most importantly, Gregory left the room with this simple understanding: Sometimes, being a big brother is better than
being a superhero.
Whatever works, folks.