I think that maybe I might have witnessed my two kids playing together just a little bit over the past couple of days maybe. I am holding my breath. I have been scared to out those words into the air because I don't want it to go away like I have noticed and they have noticed that I have noticed and therefore they are going to stop playing together (I think they are playing together--NOT sure) for oh ANOTHER YEAR or so.
They have entertained one another before, that is for sure. Harvey makes Norah laugh and then Norah makes Harvey laugh and this whole episode lasts maybe...10 seconds or so and then they are back to needing all of their entertainment from me Because H and N are only 14 months apart, life has been pretty rocky for their ol' mama. Strangers in Starbucks will sympathize with me when Harvey is on my hip crying and Norah is tugging at my dress crying, but they offer these words of consolation on a very VERY regular basis, "You just wait. It is hard now but you will be so grateful later. They will play together all of the time." I never ask though when this "later" actually arrives. Maybe I don't want to know? What if the answer is, "in five years or so." I think I might die right there on the spot. Or maybe cry. Melt down in a puddle of tears.
Don't mark my words. Pretend that you did not even hear me say this, but I think this later might be starting now.
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I dunno, Sach. We are sixteen months apart and we didn't really play together. I mostly remember you ignoring me entirely, trying your damnedest to pretend as if I didn't exist, and me poking you or pulling your hair or whatever, just insisting that I did exist. I'm thinking that's how it will be.
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