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Patience

I was downstairs in the family room folding laundry (surprise, there).  There girls were playing in the living room above me, which was only a half of a flight of steps away. I was lost in my own thoughts a little bit, foldingfoldingfolding, when the girls’ chatter escalated just enough to break through my navel-gazing.  From the sound of things, Saoirse was helping Quinn learn her colors, and had quickly grown exasperated: SK:  “Quinn! We’ve been talking about it every single day when Mom doesn’t see us and I’m not at school.” Quinn:  (unintelligible) SK:  “You know what it is!” Quinn:  “Pink!” SK:  “Yes! You got it!  Now, do you know what color this is?” I stopped in mid-fold to write down what they were saying.  It took me 24 years of life to decide to become a teacher. And, to tell you the truth, I thought I was a pretty decent one at the time. But Saoirse is four, and insists that she doesn’t want to have any other job in the world when she grows up than being a…

The Reason They Don’t Bottle Pregnancy Hormones

I remember when I was pregnant with Quinn, I was obsessed with the fear of how the impending addition to our little family was going to affect Saoirse.  And I mean those words obsessed and fear. This wasn’t some casual “Oh, I wonder how she’s going to react.” This was all-out, straight-up worry often expressed by worried conversations with friends and my mom, gazing at SK with a quivering lip, and, occasionally, actual tears. Okay, not occasionally.  More like: “We’re RUINED Saoirse’s LIFE!” Wah-hah-hah-haaaaahhhh! “She’ll never be this affectionate again!” Wah-hah-hah-haaaaahhhh! “She’ll resent me forever!” Wah-hah-hah-haaaaahhhh! I was ridiculous. I think I was still adjusting to the novelty of the mother-child (mother-daughter?) bond, this amazing and powerful force that attached her to me and vice versa, and made all those mind-bogglingly boring swim lessons and My Gym classes and music programs so bearable because I got to hang out with this little bundle of awesomeness all day. We had a good thing going, Saoirse and I…

Little Sister

Sometime last spring, Saoirse came home from preschool telling me that Easter was a holiday on which we celebrate reading books and getting candy from a bunny.  Within 15 minutes, she was signed up for our church’s vacation Bible school.  I’m not a super enthusiastic religious person–I talk about faith with my family, with David, but, by golly, when my Catholic kid comes home and has no clue of the connection of God with, like, the biggest Christian holiday ever, Mama’s getting her Catholic out.  Or her wallet, as the case was this time.  Twenty bucks later, VBS was on the calendar. But what I didn’t anticipate was how Quinn was going to react to her sister being gone all week during the mornings.  Quinn had a hard time as it was during SK’s two preschool days a week last year, but we were busy during those days.  We had errands, and classes.  This year will be even harder for her, even with those activities to keep her occupied, because Saoirse will be in school more often.  But we have no schedule this summer.  We play and swim…