When my daughter was young my mother-in-law made a bridal gown for her barbie doll. She thought it was beautiful.
“Who is she marrying?” I asked her.
“Ken,” she replied. “As soon as I find his head.”
A metaphor for life, don’t you think?
When our son was born we thought we were so tricky. We had one child of each gender – it felt like hitting the jackpot! My daughter was almost four when her brother arrived. The long time between them was not all by choice, sometimes nature makes these decisions for you. It was good for me to have one child who was independent before I had another.
As time has gone on I have at times been a little sad about having a long gap and different genders. My children love each other, but have often existed within their own worlds – separated by maturity and gender. They each have their own circle of friends.
Recently I have started noticing them having conversations about life, quoting movie passages to each other, remembering funny experiences and laughing together. I like it. My daughter can still be bossy toward my son, but he just mocks. My son can still be gross to my daughter, but she is usually able to ignore.
Yesterday I could hear them chatting. Intrigued by the smell of toasting hair I went looking for them. Could these be my children? Have I entered a parallel universe?
I’m fairly certain that this was her idea to straighten his hair, but he willingly went along with it. He has to bend right down for her to reach. By this time next year he will be looking at the top of her head. The relationship will have to be renegotiated then!
He patiently allowed her to play Ken dolls until it got to the hair spray.
She sprayed once, he yelled, “That smells like crap! I’m out of here.”
She spent the next ten minutes chasing him through the house. Balance was restored in the universe.