I have spent a lot of time recently contemplating my family. For almost twenty years our lives have revolved around raising children. It's been chock full of play dates, trips to the park, story time at the library, school projects, school activities and more.
Our oldest was an "only child" for two years before he became older brother. Then came baby sister and a gap of four years followed by two more sisters. For 15 years my son has held the title of Big brother, the first born, the oldest, etc.
Our second child, Baby sister at the time, had the distinction of being the youngest and then became Big sister along with the dubious distinction of Middle child. For about two years. Then she became Oldest sister.
The next sister, our third, was just Baby sister until the last baby arrived. Then she became what I call middle of the middles. She shares being a middle sister with her older sister but she's also the middle child of the girls. This proves to be a troublesome spot at times.
And then there's the baby of the family. And she is the stereotypical baby of the family who will probably never hold the esteemed title of big sister. (I never say never!) Or Middle child. If I have any say, she will always be the youngest.
This is our family dynamic. It has been fascinating watching them grow and evolve into the adults they will become. While they are each individuals they have similarities that transcend genetics. The oldest and youngest of the girls have very similar personalities. They also look most alike. Their personalities seem to dictate how they relate to each other and get along.
The stages in their lives affect how they treat each other. I have watched each child go through similar stages in life. Some of them are not so pleasant, so when an older one complains about a younger one, I simply say, "welcome to my world. That is how you used to act and now you know how it feels on the other side." This usually results in a hug and apology.
The stages in their lives affect how they treat each other. I have watched each child go through similar stages in life. Some of them are not so pleasant, so when an older one complains about a younger one, I simply say, "welcome to my world. That is how you used to act and now you know how it feels on the other side." This usually results in a hug and apology.
Over the years the schools have changed. The friends and activities have changed. But we're still the same family, in the same home, for the past nineteen years. The youngest hasn't known any other reality. And probably the middle girl as well since she was displaced as the youngest as a mere two-year old.
But it hit me hard this past summer that time is swiftly passing and my children are quickly growing up. It really is true that time passes in the blink of an eye. I clearly remember sitting and playing with my baby son on the floor when he was about six months old. I tried to imagine what he would be like a in a year, five years, or as an adult. I couldn't do it. I couldn't even imagine where we would be five years into the future when he would start school for the first time.
And now...now he's a senior in high school. His school journey is almost at and end. I'm so very proud of the young man he has grown to be. Was it nature or nurture? Who really knows but betwixt and between the two he's growing up and becoming his own person. In less than a year he will be what society considers an adult despite the fact his frontal lobe isn't quite fully developed. And on the flip side it's the last year I will have a child in the single digits.
For so many years there's always been one coming up behind. For example, I love Kindergarten! And after each of my kids "graduated" I knew I could relive the excitement again. Until the last kid. Everything Baby sister does is the last time I'll experience that cycle of life in my children. The last new baby. The last story time at the library. The last baby I'll push in a stroller. The last potty training (hallelujah on that one!!!) The last preschool. The last Kindergarten. Now that was hard. And for the last twelve years I've had at least one in elementary school but even that is drawing to a close. Less than two years left.
The years have silently slid by as we've given away outgrown clothes and toys, passed bikes down, and charted each new back to school and birthday signaling the passing of time. And truly it feels like the blink of an eye.
Since our oldest is a senior we've begun having discussions about future plans. As with many families, the plan would be for him to go away to school. I get excited for him and all the events that comprise senior year. I get excited thinking about getting ready for a dorm room. But then ... then what will I do without my buddy every day? We're somewhat kindred spirits and we "get" each other in a way the rest of the family just doesn't. When one of us has had enough of life at the moment, we can look at the other and just know the feelings being experienced. A small hug full of understanding goes a long way.
It seems to me just when you start rebuilding the relationship after the tenuous teen years, they up and move away. And even if they don't go away they are still becoming more independent and doing their own thing. The small nucleus my husband and I have grown and fostered is about to be split open and disbursed into the universe. One day, not too long from now, our cozy family of six will only be five in the home as our oldest spreads his wings and takes flight. We will of course always be a family of six no matter where we scatter as they grow up and move away.
Just this past weekend we took a trip to the amusement park. The boy doesn't like them so he stayed home. At one point in the day we stopped to get some waters and make a pit stop. Some stayed with me and a couple went with dad to the restroom. I ordered six bottles of water. Six. We were a party of five that day but I automatically ordered six. Plus, I'm always counting head,s and honestly it felt like something was missing all day long. It's so hard to imagine them all grown up one day with just my husband and me at home by ourselves again. But you know...blink of an eye and all that.
At some point while discussing all this college stuff, the youngest realized her big brother buddy won't be around as much. He's pretty much the only one that can soothe her when she's gone round the bend. Her opinion is he just can't leave. Period. End of story. But he can. And he will one day. That's what he's supposed to do. That's what they're all supposed to do. I consider it an enormous blessing beyond measure to have these young people in my life and have a hand in helping them grow up. They are such fascinating people.
I hope my oldest daughter realizes the privilege of having him close to her. Their relationship has grown from pesky little sister getting him in trouble to a friendly and protective relationship. In a way the other two sisters miss out on having an older brother to forge the way and look out for them in high school. Instead Mia is the older sibling to Charlotte kind of forging the way and they have their own sisterly bond. I imagine (or hope) they will have a close relationship like that into high school as well.
My prayer is that they grow up with a close enough relationship that they know they have someone to rely on especially after their parents are gone and that they are truly friends. But going back to the family dynamic, it dawned on me this morning that the youngest may get something the other three have not which is a time to be the "only" child and remember it.
Assuming everyone moves out for college as they grow up, The youngest will be the only child left her junior and senior years of high school. Oh what opportunities that will behold for her!!! But then I think it will be kind of lonely as well. She's known no other life but as the youngest of four siblings. There's always someone to talk with, share with, commiserate with, and plot with. She's never had to go to sleep alone. Will that be a blessing or a curse? Time will tell.
So much if my identity is wrapped up being a mother of four. I will always be this mother of four but they need me for less and in different ways as the grow up. It's amazing how different children from the same family can be. But even with the same parents, same home, same routines, and sometimes the same genetics each has a vastly different experience. Personalities and birth order play a huge part in how they are being shaped for their future roles as adults. I don't always know if I'm doing a good job, but sometimes I get a glimpse that maybe the kids will be all right despite my efforts. God goes before me, and if I can stay focused on that, then I'm off to a good start.
I read somewhere that the days are long but the years are short. No truer words have ever spoken.