I was shaking my head watching the kids play at Legoland. A mom started up a conversation. She asked which kids were mine. We both dodged careening bodies. I pointed. My kids were currently fighting. She laughed and said, “Girls do that too? I thought that only happened when a boy was involved.”
I said, “Oh no. Fighting happens between siblings regardless of gender. We’ve had bloody lips and bruises.”
She looked shocked.
She asked why they fight. I am pretty sure she meant it in a rhetorical manner based on how it was phrased but I never let that stop me.
I said, “They fight because your family is your practice for having big feelings. It is the safest place you’ll ever have in your life if your parents do their job right. Kids need to have a safe place to learn how to have big feelings. That’s what siblings give them.”
She looked positively shocked.
Then she said, “I really needed to hear that. Your family is your safe place for having big feelings. Thank you for saying that to me.”
I said, “No problem! I’d say I’m here all the week but it’s a lie. We push out tomorrow. Good thing you caught me.” Then I grinned a Noah-worthy cocky grin.
Like, my kids today have alternated fighting, playing, (currently) giving one another massages, and vowing that they will never play with you again.
Right. Did I mention the massage going on now?
They crack me up.
They also frequently tell me that they are really glad they get have the life we have. They talk to school kids a lot. They don’t want to go to school. They want to learn. Eldest Child keeps saying, “I’ll go to school some day. Like college or something.” Youngest Child started out the trip pissed off about missing kindergarden. We had seriously negotiations about the possibility of a mid-year start.
I don’t see it as likely now. Yeah, they need some space away from one another… but this is working. We need to tweak some things. They need separate damn bedrooms. That’ll happen. In six days.
We split them up before leaving. That way I don’t have that task waiting for me. Yay!
Thank you past me. Your future self says good fucking work. Smart thinking and all that.
I’m having serious thoughts about my pantry. It is probably going away. I don’t know what I’m going to do for food storage. I need the room for books.
I’m going to have to get creative and interesting in how I store books. I’m really looking forward to this. This is my happy face. This is my happy place.
I haz all the booooooooooooooooks. I’ll write reviews and such. 😀
I want to go home and read books and have tea parties. I like my bubble. It is quite wonderful. Soon. Two more nights here. Four nights at Disneyland with Sarah (which will be rad).
I’m looking forward to the adult conversation.