I am the blessed mom of two children. Kayla will be thirteen in a little over a month and Jordan will be 11 at the end of October. My kids are almost exactly two years apart in age. When they were little they were so close. Jordan thought Kayla hung the moon and Kay thought our little Jorboy was her personal "pet." Did I say pet? I really meant pal, buddy, friend...
Who am I kidding? I really did mean pet, for she trained him constantly to be like her and do what she did. She was the one who taught him how to climb out of his baby bed. She told him it was funny to hide in the clothing racks at stores and NOT answer mommy when I called their names. She told him constantly he had to do what she did. Which as preschoolers it meant they both teamed up against this poor mama and led me on a merry chase. At the time, I probably looked like I constantly wanted to pull my hair out, but as I look back, I end up smiling. They were so close...once upon a time.
They were so cute in the way they hugged on each other. I can still see them laying on top of each other giggling at their favorite cartoon. They looked adorable in their matching Easter and Christmas outfits. And then time became an enemy and they grew... they went their separate ways. Kayla went to older bossy sister city and Jor entered the "girl's are yucky" club and their relationship has all gone downhill since.
Oh, I know they still love each other. They still share some laughs. But I sometimes miss that closeness they had when very small. I pray everyday among the "stupid" name calling and the yelling and the bossiness, that I will catch just a glimpse of the pals of old. I see friends with their older college age kids and how those kids now enjoy hanging out together and can only hope...
And then it happened, a small glimmer of hope. I went to pick up Kayla from her mystery party Sat. night and was talking to her old 5th grade teacher, who just happens to now be one of Jordan's teachers. I was talking about Jordan, when all of a sudden Kayla pops in with "Jordan is really a good kid. You won't have any problems out of him." What? Did I hear right? "Stupid Boy" is no trouble after all?!!! And I have a witness!!!
Oh, it was enough to put a little joy in this mamma's heart after a long week. I was ready to just savor the moment knowing the next time might be when they graduate and leave the house...
But wait! Today, I come in and ask Kay if she would do one of Jordan's chores since he had a lot of homework and she had none. She did it without complaint. (I am beginning to wonder if an alien has invaded her body) HE even said "thanks." What is up with that?!!! Where are the two complaining, whining, insisting "it is not fair!" two kids I love and adore? (Not that I am complaining!!! Just worried they might both be coming down with the flu or something!)
But it gets better... Jordan has a test he has been studying for. He is really worried about it. I told him I would help after I finished what I was doing. When I went to look for him, he was in his sister's room (no yelling going on!) and Kayla was helping him study. I know my face went from pure shock to a cheesy looking smile. I had to hug them. I probably shouldn't have, for the moment ended after that, but I couldn't help myself.
My heart was plum giddy. (Sorry, I'm from the south. We say stuff like that.)
"They love each other! They really do love each other!"
Oops... I hear "noise" from the other room. Sounds like a referee might be needed. Hmmm...well at least we know they are feeling alright!!! :)