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I Wonder Where She Gets it

Saoirse is–how do you say?–a sensitive child. She is funny, and sharp, and doesn’t miss a trick, as my grandmother would’ve said. But she also internalizes most of what she witnesses: interactions between other family members. Body language. The way she is treated in comparison to the way another is treated. She is, by all appearances, constantly weighing and measuring what goes on around her, deciding what is fair and what is decidedly not fair. The smallest slight will send her crumbling. She will focus on one tiny misstep–hers or or someone else’s–and be destroyed about it for hours. She tends to cry. A lot. I love this child more than I love the sun that shines on her face when she comes down for breakfast in the morning, all mussed hair and stuffy nose and sleepy smiles. And I love her intelligence, I love her insight. I love that she feels so much so deeply. But I don’t know how to tolerate this part of her, don’t know how to shape it, don’t know how to stop it when…

He Might be On to Something

You might be sitting there right now, flipping through your usual go-to pages on the Internet, drinking your afternoon cup of coffee before you get back to it. You might be bored. You might be anxious about something–say, for instance, the fact that you’re moving in a week and have been avoiding the packing for so long that you very well might still be here shoving sippy cups and ratty t-shirts into boxes when the new owner starts moving her own stuff in next Friday (no? That’s just me?). You might be cursing out the woman in the cubicle next to you who insists on microwaving leftover fish each day for lunch, or listening to your baby wake from his nap even though you were counting on another twenty minutes of relative peace (yep. That’s me). You might be sad, or hungry, or tired, or in desperate need of a pedicure and hoping the warm temperatures don’t arrive before you get a chance to get your spring toes on. Well, never mind, you. Don’t worry about it. Because here’s the thing: I have a…

Well, Will You Look at That

I was watching Quinn the whole time:  Saoirse was standing at the coffee table, coloring (in a book, not on the table itself.  Not that you’d know that from seeing the formerly all-white table).  Quinn had been playing nearby, but stopped when she noticed what SK was doing.  She crawled closer.  Didn’t take her eyes off of her big sister’s fingers, maneuvering.  She pulled herself up at to standing, still focused on the coloring book, still intent, until she called out and tried to grab one of the crayons out of Saoirse’s hands. Saoirse, of course, was having none of it.  And, I decided, neither should my coffee table. So within a minute, both girls were happily settled into their seats at another table, this time in the dining room, both scribbling away.  And Quinn, at her 14 months, was actually drawing.  Using the crayons–albeit upside down, but that’s some small potatoes when my baby’s an artistic GENIUS–she’d grin at me, then beam at her sister, then go back to scribbling, checking on SK periodically to see what else she should…