Monday, July 23, 2007

Stutter steps

Thanks to the kindness of familiy, here in Maine I've been "sleeping in."

With instructions to wake her Ama Linda instead of her Mama, Annabel has tiptoed past my door each morning at first light and tramped upstairs to her grandmother's room.

The extra shuteye, however, hasn't made me any more tolerant as the parent of a preschooler.

I'm still vigilantly watching and waiting to pounce on Ittybit for the slightest bit of rough handling of her brother. I lose my cool at every toddler turn.

Her testing ways have set me on edge.

Gone are the nice words.

The pleases and thank-yous that once came so naturally to her have been replaced by demands in nasty tones.

And similarly, my nice words have gone, too.

Everything out of my mouth lately has been preceeded by one or any combination of the following phrases:







I try to remember just how much has changed in the past few weeks. I try to remind myself how many adjustments she, especially, has made in the last month alone.

When I asked her what people told her about her baby brother, thinking that she'd say they are always saying congratulations," I was sad to hear her more recent response. "They say 'be careful!'"

While he squirms and fidgets and cries under the weight of her kisses, I think about other times I've witnessed him stop squirming and fidgeting and crying in her mighty embrace.

On the occasions he screams in her lap, I hear the pain in her voice when she tells me he doesn't like her.

I tell her that he loves her, trying to reassure her. A white lie, perhaps, but one that has a fundamental truth: Love doesn't always feel good. It doesn't always say sweet things in your ear. Sometimes it's loud and shrill and ill-tempered. But even if its voice is hoarse, love is always there trying to set itself upright. Wanting to lift itself higher.

Love stumbles sometimes, too.


Julie K in Taiwan said...

Catching up with your blog. Silas is beautiful! Jaylene is limited to ten kisses to give her brother, often it gets reduced to three... Ah big sister adoration.

Lauren said...

They are both so beautiful. Mamas must have to gain a world of patience. Glad to hear you're sleeping in. :)

Whirlwind said...

This is a beautiful post. In a year, she's going to be complaining that he loves her too much and will not leave her alone!

My girls, while they may fight, are all really close. I just hope they continue to be close as they grow.

Melissa R. Garrett said...

Ah. Welcome to life with multiple children. I often wonder if the *nice* me shall ever return.

Firestarter5 said...

Don't worry Silas, your time will come. When your Big Sister becomes 15 or 16 and the LAST thing she wants is her Little Brother tailing her, you'll have all the power!

Binky said...

It would probably be more realistic if people read your fundamental truth at weddings instead of 1 Corinthians 13.

wordgirl said...

This is beautiful. Stark. Real. Wonderful.