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Holding On to This One

The other night, Quinn went to bed as usual, following the normal bath-book-prayers routine.  I think David was on Quinn duty this time, while I read to Saoirse in her room.  But 10 minutes after lights went out and doors were closed over, I heard the creak of the crib. “MUMmy!” Sigh. I waited for it. “I wantchu, Mummy!” “MUMmy, I waaaaantchu.” And into her room I went.  Quinn was standing at the corner of her crib, closest to the door, her stuffed husky under one arm.  She didn’t make a sound, but held her free hand out to me.  I picked her up, and she silently pointed to the glider in the corner.  So we sat down.  Quinn, for some reason, likes to rest with her back to my chest, her head against my shoulder, sucking her thumb.  But this time, she was tense.  I leaned down. “Do you want to turn around, so I can hug you?” Without a noise, she turned around on my lap, rose up to her knees, and moved up to a kneeling position, giving me small kisses as she moved, finally…

I Can See Clearly Now, Etc.

And like that, it was over. Tropical Storm Saoirse, the Toddler Tornado, a Letmehaveit Landslide–whatever you want to call the terrible,  gut-wrenching, hair-pulling vortex of awfullness that was these past two weeks, it seems to have passed.  Yes, we still have some minor screaming (SK’s, not mine this time), and the occasional time-out (we don’t do formal time-outs around here, because sitting in a special chair so doesn’t work–SK usually ends up in her room to calm down, or in our room with me so we can talk it out, 3-year-old style.  Supernanny would not be pleased, but it’s what works for us.  And what I mean by “works for us” is that it’s the only thing that’s sort of worked because we have no idea what we’re doing.   Don’t tell the kids), but all of a sudden Saoirse is all happy conversation and hugs and “I love you”s. Is that what hostages feel like when their captors take heart enough to pass them a small piece of stale…