I apologize for my neglect of you these past months. We welcomed a little girl into our home, and things kind of got turned upside down. As my work at home increased exponentially, something had to give. Actually, a lot had to give. Our bags from Korea remained unpacked for two months. My kitchen utensils are currently rusting from lack of use. Jaden has eaten more processed food in these past four months than he had in the entirety of his previous three years. I have killed a lot of plants outside as a result of sheer neglect. I still haven’t cleaned out our garden, though snow is imminent in this part of the country. My shower represents an ongoing science experiment from a lack of cleanliness. Do you get the point? You, dear blog, are not the only thing that has gone by the wayside.
What have I been doing? Aside from keeping all of the ears, eyes, noses and tails in our home alive? I have been attempting to nuture a relationship between two very small siblings. And, after four months, I think there are glimmers of hope that this brother and sister will not always be at odds. It was rough at first. Malia would have done anything for Jaden’s attention. And Jaden would have done anything to have his only-child status renewed. It was rough at second. At the end of August things still were not sorting out, and my patience was running sooooo thin. I stopped calling myself “mom” and started carrying around a whistle. Because, to be honest, I was a referee whenever both of the children were awake.
But, as I look back at these months there has been a trend toward a more loving relationship. I am not blinded by visions of grandeur. I have two siblings of my own. I know how much time I spent in my childhood loving them. And I know how much time I spent hating them. I can’t say that the balance ended up in the former’s category until I hit high school. So, if Jaden takes two minutes out of his day to hold his sister’s hand on the stairs; or, if they stop wrestling for thirty seconds to give each other hugs; or, if they giggle with each other uncontrollable in the backseat of the car during a drive to the store — I am reassured. They are normal.
Slowly, I find myself with just a few more minutes each day without someone needing me. And I am reminded that there is a life outside of these walls of my home. I want to reach back out and connect again. So, bloggity-blog, I have come to you again.
With my deepest apologies,
P.S. I have included some photo evidence of the blossoming sibling relationship.
Jaden pushing Malia on the swing. Kindly.
As long as Malia didn't ask for a turn pumping the water, things were fine.
Sometimes a little separation helps keep the peace. This is from Malia's first road trip. We went to Grandma Jeri's and Grandpa Gayle's house.
There is a grain elevator two blocks from grandma and grandpa's house. This was worthy of multiple field trips during our stay.