I'm participating in an online writing group hosted by Ann Dee Ellis. She gives a prompt and encourages 8 minutes of uninterrupted writing. Here's the most recent exercise:
Things are always getting lost in my house. At least, that's what the kids say. Really, though, they just haven't looked for them. Like, at all. I used to be really good at keeping track of all of Aspen's tiny little things. She has My Little Pony accessories from here to the moon, and it was years before we ever lost a piece. Then we added Lincoln to our lives.
I spent so much time in his room with him as an infant (holding him so he would sleep longer than 15 minutes) that Aspen was often left to herself for hours each day. The guilt I feel over that has lessened, but I still have regrets that she spent a year of her childhood being raised by Netflix. And losing a lot more of her things because I wasn't in the same room seeing where they ended up.
But I relish the independence the kids have to play with their things by themselves (or together) now. Things getting lost in the yard or car, or in beds and bags is a sign they have thriving imaginations. They don't always need me to sit next to them and show them how to play. I think that's worth misplacing a few cars or pony-sized crowns once in a while.
Their things are just that... things. So what if they lose them after a few hundred times of playing with them? What I really hope they never lose is each other. On a quick car ride with both kids recently, Lincoln mentioned something about Aspen coming back home to him after school. I asked if he likes having Aspen live with him, right next to his room. He said yes, and that he liked living with Mommy and Daddy and Maddie, too. I asked him if he'd be sad if Aspen grew up and went to college some day, and lived away from us. Of course he said yes, and Aspen scoffed that she'd never do that. She wants to live with us all forever.
I want these kids to be best friends throughout their lives. I don't want them to lose the love they have for each other (even if sometimes that love is hiding behind constant bickering, hitting and tattling). They can lose their things all they want. Things can be replaced. Siblings cannot.
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