Long time no SEA. It has been a while I was here. There is always good reason.
I have been tackling a persnickety toddler ,a moody pre- tween and the rivalry between the two.
There is incessant arguing. If the eight- year old makes rules, the two-year old rules! If the eight -year breaks rules, the two-year old breaks. Into a cry. ” Not me”,”It was he” – they don’t get tired. I DO.
There is always a storm brewing . I have been a mom -seafarer for eight years now and I am feeling like a landlubber. Ahoy!
I am fishing as soon as it starts to get fishy. Reeling in. Separating. Giving each his space.
It is a pretty kettle of fish. Huffing , puffing , singing. I am letting it cough out some steam. There is cribbing, pushing ,occasional biting from the toddler. There is cribbing, pushing, occasional tearing up from the scholar. Then there is this-
A sudden quiet moment of peace , of so much affection, it breaks my poor heart. These moments are so fleeting, I can hardly say ,”aye, aye”. I can never catch glimpses of these on camera and my Facebook wall stays blank!! My reverie is broken by my own voice asserting aloud, “I am the BIG FISH here!!”
Pretending patience, staying stoic while I give empty threats-
I can hear them silently smiling, gently confiding.
I decide to get their perspective. I ask the toddler if whining , moaning and fighting does any good? It definitely doesn’t get him candy.
He understands and perfectly moulds his face into amusement. He opens his eyes wide so I can not miss the naughty sparkle and then looks down with such grace only to let a smile escape. Ahhh! take the whole jar of gummy bears. Take them. I stop myself.
I ask my lad then if he shouldn’t be kinder to his little brother? He happily lets me take a sneak peek into his journal. I find this:
It is him, upside down, in a ‘sea of slime’. That is how the toddler makes him feel.
This is how being in a sea of slime feels like:
Then , I come across score cards :
oh me ,oh my!! records of who won and who lost the argument? I am sure I can’t breathe. I weakly ask what if his brother were in a sea of slime? He quickly produces this-
” I’ll go get my brother”
Darling, darling , darling.
This will keep our ship sailing.
And if you like, come on up and see me urchins!