It’s Monday evening and I’m still thinking about our Sunday. It was kind of a perfect day. We got the house cleaned up early, had a very productive planning meeting about the upcoming Alchemy Fest, we made a delicious dinner and were in bed nice and early. There were a few moments throughout the day that made me go, “wow, my life is good and my kids are amazing.” The kids are just so cool. They impress me all the time and they make my heart swell with love each and every day.
Alchemy (age 7 + 360 days) is a witty, empathetic little soul that changes moods quicker than I can keep up with. She’s been my sensitive little trailblazer ever since I can remember. She’s quiet and sweet…but she challenges me constantly. She practices her autonomy out on me first, just to see what limits can be pushed and what’s better left for another time. She’s a natural born leader, I see it in her. So, I try my best to let her be. When left to her own devices she will do a science experiment, invent a recipe, have a business meeting with her animals, give birth to something, direct a movie, fashion show or musical production and create an amazing mess in the process. She’s got a mean sweet tooth and a true love for mac-n-cheese. Her ideas are practical and fantastic. Her stories are visionary. Her compassion is endless. Finishing things and cleaning up…we’re working on that!
Ashton (19 months) is coming into his own personality and I’m absolutely tickled over what a “boy” he is. A momma’s boy for sure, but a boy all the same. This amuses me because I have a sister and a niece and I just haven’t spent that much time with little boys. I actually kind of wondered if I would know what to do with a boy. Love him, that’s what I do. I love blowing on his sweaty little feet when I take his shoes off and washing his muddy hands after he spends even 2 minutes outside. I love how he freaks out over a trucks (zhoo zhoo) and balls (baa) and Elmo (melmo). I love that all he wants to eat for breakfast is sausage and almond milk while his sister happily munches on fruit and yogurt. And I really love when he laughs, and makes monster noises and oh my, when he dances…what a sight. That boy, whether it’s a theme song to TV show or anything with a beat, he can’t help himself. He’s got some moves! I love that he’s talking so much and he doesn’t care if the words are right. He just puts a sound to what he wants and goes with it. I really have to hold back from repeating his new word for things and letting it become part of my vocabulary. “Oh, bok! You want milk?” is an example of me showing my understanding of what he’s trying to say but reinforcing the actual word.
All of these things make them special and lovely but no more so than any other kid is to their parent. But on this particular Sunday two things happened that made me just stop and say, wow…these kids are something else.
I’ll begin with Alchemy. She had been playing quietly in her room for a few hours getting some alone time away from her brother. She emerged with her stuffed dog. It was “Lady” from, Lady and the Tramp. She says, “This dog just had puppies!” I congratulated Lady on her accomplishment. Then Alchemy tells me, “She got a little tear, just like you did when you had Ashton. So, I sewed her up just like you got stitched.” She’s referring to my repair from Ashton’s birth, my fast and furious boy who arrived all of the sudden and didn’t allow much time for a stretching. That’s what I think happened, anyways. Alchemy’s reenactment of my experience in her imaginary play, 19 months later just floored me. And she actually sewed the bottom of her stuffed animal, with a needle and orange embroidery floss. Amazing processing, empathy and compassion. Just, wow.
Then we have Ashton. It began with bedtime. We all brushed our teeth and piled into our family bed which is two queen sized mattresses on the floor next to each other. Ashton points at Lady, who was still being well cared for by Alchemy and says, “duck, duck, duck!” That’s his word for dog, duck…most animals right now, I think. Alchemy was not going to be giving her brother the dog so I searched for other stuffed animals to replace her with. It wasn’t working, he just pushed everything away. I brought him back to bed and tried to nurse him. He was restless and finally got away from me. He got out of bed and his little feet pitter pattered out of our room and into the the dark living room. I thought, OK…he’ll be back soon, I suppose. We listened as he rummaged around out there for a bit. He came back with a big remote control monster truck in hand. He hauled it up and into bed and got himself back into nursing position with his truck close enough to touch as he drifted off to sleep. I just gazed at him in amazement. When he couldn’t have the first thing that he wanted, he thought of a suitable replacement. He couldn’t communicate it yet so he just got up and got it. At 19 months. Again, just wow.
Do you see what I’m talking about here? These kids are freaking amazing. I just love them. That is all.