The magic found within children
Adults make things so complicated where as children simplify the complications that arise
I am glad for every moment, every day, every mistake, every effort, and every challenge I have experienced in my life to get me to this moment
Children never cease to amaze me. At least mine never do. They do things that leave you in complete awe of their intelligence. Sometimes good, sometimes bad-but never once has it been boring.
When people ask me about my children, I simply say...They are absolutely magical. When they ask why magical, I say, "My children are magical because when they walk into a room-things magically fall out of place-what takes me hours to clean takes them only moments to destroy. It must be magic, because I don’t see how two innocent, sweet, young beings could get into all that they do, as quickly as they do, without having the most extraordinary magical powers."
That statement is true, but it is not truly why I feel as if children are magical and extraordinary-far more so that any adult I have ever known. When I sit back and watch my kids converse with one another-they know so clearly what the other needs, wants, feels, is saying-even if I don’t. Five weeks after giving birth to my son, I conceived my daughter. Irish Twins was what my doctor referred to them as, which is when you have two babies back to back with no time to spare in-between. Maybe that is why they have such a special bond? Or perhaps all siblings do, but when one is sick-the other knows and acts accordingly-taking special effort to not steal the others blanket or bottle, maybe bring them a cookie from their plate or just going over and offering a hug and kiss. Both of them do this for the other-just as when they are both well-they take turns tormenting one another, which again I assume is just a normal sibling rivalry.
My son being the oldest by not quite ten months has taken a special, might I say ownership over my daughter. He acts as if a brother, I believe, should act towards his little sister. In the mornings when he wakes up-he rises to his feet and looks over the railing of his crib, into hers. If she isn’t there, because she woke up earlier than she-he yells out for me to come and answer his morning questions. First Question if she is not there is, Momma, where’s My Abby?-I answer him-and he repeats my answer back to me as to confirm that he heard me clearly. Second Question, usually is related to how I answer the first, if I tell him she is eating, he will ask what, and if he may sit with her. If she is watching TV, he will ask what and tell me he is going to watch it with her. If she is playing, he asks with what, because if she is playing with anything that is self claimed to be his, he won’t tolerate it. He won’t tolerate her playing with anything that he wishes to be playing with-unless he handles it first and then offers it to her. He won’t tolerate when a guest is at our home and they pay special attention to her before him. As long as they spend some time talking to him one on one, first-he will then tell that guest My Abby-as to remind them that she is there and they should now give her some notice as well.
When my husband or I, discipline our daughter by telling her no, don’t touch or get that out of your mouth or the ever so popular, Abigail…get down. He scolds us the instant after it happens. He tells me, “No Mommy, My Abby.” Which is him saying-“That’s not your job, you shouldn’t tell her no, that’s what I am here to do.”
When at daycare he is especially protective over her. The first day that they were enrolled, his teacher was amazed about how much concern he had for her. Periodically through the day, he would want to go check on her. During snack he shoved some fruit from his plate into his pocket and when they let him go see her-he pulled the fruit covered in lint, out of his pocket and handed it to her, she gobbled it up-before anyone had a chance to snatch it out of her little hand. They said both were very well behaved that very first day-both were very happy and playful. Mid-afternoon, Abby began to cry, because that is what they do sometimes and out of the other 60 children in that daycare-and every other infant in the nursery-Collin screamed out, I’m coming Abby, I’m coming-as he attempted to break out of his classroom to rescue her. They took him in to see her, and once he was assured that she was okay and didn’t need him, he went back to his play. Each of the care givers at the daycare commented to both my husband and I that we have the most adoring children. And complimented on how much they both, but him especially, loves one another.
In my family-we think that it is the cutest thing that he calls his baby sister My Abby-and that they understand one another so well. I’m not sure if the way that my children are with one another is because they are so close in age-or if they are just close because they are siblings. I have two brothers and two sisters of my own, and although we love one another-I don’t recall a bond like the one I observe in my two children. Wouldn’t it be fantastic if that bond existed in adults? I think as we get older we become more self centered and selfish to think the way that children do. Adults make things so complicated where as children simplify the complications that arise.
How magical I believe my children are. With a smile-they can cure any of my bad days. With a kiss, they are forgiven from all of the mischief they had gotten into. With a please Mommy or request for certain item-I forget what I set out to do all together, and when they say that I love you, night, night Mommy- I can’t imagine being anywhere else than there with them. They must have magical powers-for they have given me super human strength. When I feel like circumstances are unchangeable and that certain things are unobtainable-for them I have found I have no limits.
My children are magical in so many special ways. When my son calls out My Abby---I am glad for every moment, every day, every mistake, every effort, and every challenge I have experienced in my life to get me to the moment , inwhich they truly are, the most magical part of my life. I then can say, “I haven’t said lately how much I adore my never ending, forever stressful, sometimes nerve racking high paced life… LIFE IS GOOD! I AM GOOD!
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