This weekend my sister and 3 1/2 yr old nephew, Luke, (who loves to talk about poop) were here to visit for several days. After they left Sunday afternoon, our neighbors and their kids came over for dinner and to hang out. We had lots of laughs and good times all weekend. Lots of little kid stuff, too.
My twelve year old daughter, Maya, is a delightful girl. She is sweet, loving and very easy going. She’s one of those people that everyone loves. Especially little kids. They are drawn to her immediately. Maya will play and play and play and do whatever the kids want to do. Luke absolutely adores her. When he talks about coming to visit, he’s going to Maya’s house. We all just live with her.
Luke was in his glory all weekend. Between having fun and cuddling with Maya and spending time with my son playing video games, life just couldn’t be better for him. He must have been so excited about being here that he couldn’t waste time sleeping. He woke up between 4:30 and 5:30 each morning, waking Maya to talk and play. She was a great sport about it and got up with him, fed him breakfast and made sure he went to the bathroom. When it was time for his nap, he wanted Maya to lie down with him. So she did. For four days they were like peas and carrots. She had fun–and a lot of responsibility.
When the neighbors were over yesterday she played with and watched their little girls. Penny is a busy little one like most two year olds are. She likes exploring, checking things out and following the big kids. One of her favorite things to do at our house is go up and down the steps. Over and over. On New Year’s Eve, Maya spent a good portion of the evening going up and down the steps with her–about thirty times, consecutively. Last night, Maya followed her around and went up and down the steps with her again. Penny loves Maya. The feeling is mutual.
After four days of playing with and watching little ones, Maya was exhausted. By bedtime she was spent. I’m sure all the early mornings were catching up with her too. When I was lying in bed with her last night talking, she commented on how tiring it is to take care of kids–even when they’re fun. I agreed.
For years, Maya has said that she wants me to have another baby because they’re so cute and entertaining. She has been disappointed when I’ve told her that it’s not going to happen without a bit of divine intervention because we have taken measures to not have more babies. She has even asked if there’s a way to undo that. (Hubby would be very quick to say “no.”) After this weekend, I think she’ll be satisfied with getting her baby / kid fix by playing with cousins and neighbors. And I’m sure Hubby will be happy to hear that.
I’m going to make sure that both of my kids have many opportunities to be reminded of the reality and responsibility of taking care of babies and little kids. Throughout their teen years I will schedule frequent visits with family and friends with young ones. So, if you’re reading this and fall into that category, thank you in advance for allowing me to use your children as birth control for my kids.