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.
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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