Monday, February 3, 2014

Dancing in the dark, walking in the park...

Tonight when I drove into the school parking lot to pick up my children they were standing on the sidewalk together laughing about something. I have no idea what, and they probably couldn't tell you either. My son was gesturing wildly, telling some big story.

It made me smile. I have always liked how they are bff.

They didn't remember meeting my friend Dawn for the first time, so I reminded them. They were pretty young then. Maybe six. Dawn has a twin brother and they were fascinated by this information. They wanted to know where was Dawn's little boy? They were convinced that all twins were just like them. They were kids, so obviously Dawn's twin should be a little boy too. They could not understand how Dawn could be a grown-up and have a grown-up brother.

Remembering that story made me smile too.

That story made me remember how they were so annoyed when I told them how they would have to be in separate kindergarten classes. My son sat there quietly, looking at his hands. I knew inside he was thinking, "OH HOLY CRAP" but he didn't say anything. He was my quiet child back then. Hard to believe now.

My daughter, age five, told me in no uncertain terms that they would not be in different classes. I told her she didn't have a choice and in her tiny little voice she told me, "Um, I don't know if you know this, but brother and I don't like other children."

They have a lot of friends now, but still prefer one another's company over anyone else in the world.

Because they had to be in different classes, every day when the bell rang my son would gather his backpack and lunchbox, skip line in his classroom and make his way two doors down the hall to his sisters classroom where he would stand, patiently waiting for his sister to come out and walk with his sister through the long hallway to the afterschool program. His teacher called me, told me she really should make him stand in line, but she just couldn't bring herself to scold him. 

It was just too sweet.

I laughed and laughed as I told them all the stories, and others. Then my son started loudly singing, "Memooooooooories...light the corners of my mind!" and I laughed so hard that I cried. Then maybe I cried a little for real.

Why does it all have to go so fast?


Lisa Borja said...

I have been reading the stories of your family for I don't even KNOW how long. I'm going to say at LEAST 10 years. I don't know you personally. But I love your family and your stories and I am so impressed by your children. You and your husband are wonderful parents and your stories make me so happy to read. Keep it up, your children are the future of our world. Thank you.

CPA Mom said...

I REALLY, REALLY wish we were next door neighbors. Your kids are so funny and kind and sweet.

Lizi said...

ditto to it all. you and your family are special people. thank you for your words.

Angie said...

Love this. And so agree.