Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Sisters: past, present and future

L used to say more? more? when she wanted a bite of food. Sometime this weekend, she switched it up. Now she asks some? some? and the crazy thing about it is that is just how E would ask. She's the Ghost of E Past, using the same vocabulary, the same little girl/emphysemic husky voice, the same angle of head tilt, the same inflection. She's muddling my memories of 2007 with my days of 2009.


We went to a music class yesterday. E jumps around. The teacher looks at her with playful astonishment. "Did you just touch the ceiling on that jump???" With wide-eyed pride she nods. Yes.

L wants to jump but doesn't yet know how. So she claps to the beat and lurches from one foot heavily to the next. She looks like she's performing a Tongan tribal dance. I have no doubt she will one day be an enthusiastic chest thumper.


I'm big, and L isn't big, says E. "But she will be," I tell the elder sister. "One day she'll be as big as you, but by then you'll be even bigger. That's your job--to grow and get bigger." How will L be a big girl? she asks. "Well, remember last summer we took down your crib and put you in your bed? One day we'll do that for L. That's one way she'll be a big girl. Probably next summer. We'll take down her crib and buy her a new bed." No! I don't want that! "Well, honey, she's going to keep growing, just like you," I say, clumsily misunderstanding in that inadequate motherly misunderstanding way. No! When she's two, I don't want you to buy her a bed. I want her to share my bed. When she's old enough for a bed we can sleep together for every, every night. Pin It


stepforddreams said...

Oh how adorable are they? Gorgeous story of your girls. I have a little "more more" girl as well. Actually now she has moved on and says "a taste mama? chocolate, a taste?" No, how about some fruit? -"No fruit taste, chocolate taste."

aunt angie said...

I was raised as "one of the girls" (my older sister and I), and now she is raising "the girls" (currently 9 and 11). Almost every time we are together with them, when they are not looking, we pray quickly that they continue to like each other, love each other, and want to hang out at least as much as we do.

Sus said...

aw. I hope they still wish they slept together every, every night when they're 40.

a li'l bit squishy said...

Love it! My middle girls have been found sleeping in the same bed frequently. So sometimes we just push their beds together and save ourselves the trouble of insisting that they sleep separately. I love that they are connected in ways that I will never be a part of!

ConverseMomma said...

And those nights you will be so full, won't you? My baby brother used to come into my room when he was small, call my name as Keweeee. I would make room, and he would curl himself in my armpit, warm sticky toddler boy. We still laugh about those nights now, and are forever grateful.