Here I sit today with a full time job, a house full of vastly different children, a mortgage, a mini-van often found blasting the latest rock hits (or lightly playing radio Disney, choice is dependent on the passengers) and so many differing schedules I often am too exhausted to enjoy a glass of wine. My husband has found success in his career field and has returned to school to further this success. That is, after work and on the weekends. Gone are the days of divide and conquer. Now are the days of sacrifice and scrape by.
Our oldest is a teen-age boy that prefers hours locked away in his room teaching himself how to hack other’s computers and building video games for all inclined to enjoy. Go outside you say? Not the teen boy! He rationalizes our age difference with “Ya know, we are so close in age it’s more like you are my sister….”. His sister I am not. It is difficult to utilize the quickly out-smart your kid parenting technique when the kid is often times one step ahead of you. Through our challenges of my parental learning and his teenage angst I have found an incredible amount of security in knowing I have someone to take out the trash, convert measurements on a dime and of course fix the internet when it goes out.
Next up is our tween-age daughter. That sweet little girl that still needed help brushing her hair, loved pink and lost more teeth than the tooth fairy could keep up with? She has morphed into a young lady who spends hours experimenting with her hair (permanently “barrowing” my hair accessories and products), prefers black to all actual colors in the rainbow and is somehow STILL losing teeth (how many teeth can one kid have in their head?). I do have to give her credit …. I am in awe of her ability to wrap her father around her pinky so quickly he is still trying to figure out how she gets him to buy her gum during every grocery store trip. Holy cow, I married the man and still can’t work him as well as she can!
Next in line is our over-the-top little diva dramatic, smart and girly to no end. My husband took to her as his own daughter when she was only 5 months old and that bond has only grown stronger since. He is her daddy and always will be; one of the many things that pushed me head over heels in love with him all those years ago. I never dreamed that raising a child could bring joy, laughter, frustration and O.M.G I’M GOING TO PULL MY HAIR OUT emotions all within the first minute of her waking up. What can I say? She is her mother all over again. Once I get past the initial frustration of getting her to complete a task I bask in the blessing that my child is just as dynamic as her mother, a quality that will provide useful in her future.
Last but certainly not least is that bouncing baby boy mentioned above. He was born 18 months after his sister with the biggest cheeks ever to be seen on a new born (seriously, laying the kid on his back caused his eyes to squint as if he was of Asian descent). Siblings born so close to one another is something I liken to having a set of twins with which one is slightly behind the other. They demand things at the same time, get sick within the same time frame and share moods. When I wake up to find that they have climbed into the same bed during the middle of the night I soon forget the clumsy multi-tasking, the medication dosing charts and the eerily in sync tantrums. Their bond is the most amazing, heartwarming and solid I have ever seen between siblings and is often a reminder that in all my craziness I have at least done this right.
So there you have it, an intro to my family. I plan to keep all (those who care anyways) up to date with the goings on of our family. And do trust, even when I want to hit the brakes things DO go on.
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