Tuesday, August 22, 2006
When the Door Man was about 2 1/2 years old, and when I was pregnant with the Monkey, we were driving to some location that escapes me now. We used to sing the ABC song whereever we went, always reinforcing the alphabet as we would look for things that would start with "a" and "b" and so on.
At one point, the Door Man pipes up, and sings the song. Ace and I were aghast! As the parents of two children only 23 months apart, we only really watched the accomplishments of the first child when it came to milestones of the larger magnitude ... ABCs, numbers, shapes, and colors. We were constantly pounding those things into the Queen's head, and not really thinking about the impact that it would have on her younger sibling.
When the Door Man piped his voice into the mix, I turned and looked at him. He was happily singing away, and I asked the Queen if she had been working with the Man. The Queen replied that she always sang the ABCs, and then she asked us to listen to the following...
The Door Man counted to 10!
Queen has always been so proud of that moment, and Ace and I jokingly told people that we were slacking as parents because our 4 year old was doing a better job at teaching her brother than we were.
And it wasn't until that moment did I realize the power of siblings.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 7:40 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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6 Comments:
In our family, it seems the opposite was true. My brother once made so many references to going to the bathroom at dinner one night, that my mother made him actually go to the bathroom and say the word "poo poo" 100 times.
He got up from the table, when to the bathroom, and slammed the door.
In a few minutes, the door opened, and he shouted, "POO POO, One!" Door slam. Door open. "POO POO, Two!" Door slam...
I was laughing so hard I practically had to go in and repeat his performance. And I'm the older sister!
I'm glad your children are better behaved.
Beautiful snippet of life! Thank you so much for sharing this story on Pass the Torch Tuesday!!
It's amazing, isn't it? My eldest has taken to writing books for my youngest--spelling books, trace-the-letter books, counting books (with her own dot-to-dots, etc.). I htink she takes her job as the eldest (and thus, a teacher) very seriously. And it takes a bit of the homeschool off of my shoulders to share it with my "junior teacher."
My PTT is up!
My 7 month old just adores her older brother. He squeals with delight, she joins right in. Sometimes I can't tell whose voice belongs to who.
That is so great that she wants to teach him things! I always say it so nice to have a girl first. They are so helpful and motherly.
Great story!
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