Aug 19 2008
Best friends
There are days when I check Nathan and Lucie for physical signs of
devilishness. Surely their bottoms have sprouted forked tails and their
heads grown horns since their last bath. Otherwise, why are they
constantly fighting and yelling horrible things at each other? Could
these two mean and evil children be the devil's spawn? The name Lucie
is pretty close to Lucifer, after all.
Sometimes
the children make a big effort to get along, like on weekend mornings
when Paul and I attempt to sleep in. Nathan acts the part of the good
big brother and takes care of his sister. He gives Lucie a hug good
morning when she finds her way downstairs. Nathan then gets her a sippy
cup or some yogurt, and covers Lucie with a blanket when she lies down
on the couch next to him to watch cartoons.
When they hear us walking around our bedroom, Nathan sends Lucie on
a reconnaissance mission to see if we're awake. Then Nathan bounds up
the stairs after her once she gives the all clear. They both climb into
our bed, inevitably crowding me out. I jump into the shower, and they
hang out with their dad. After I get out, I towel off and listen to
Nathan badgering his dad with a request for the day's agenda.
Paul then heads for the shower, leaving the two kids in the bed
watching TV. One morning, Lucie beamed at Nathan and put her arm around
him. With a big smile she turned to me and said, "Best friends." My
heart skipped a beat, and I sighed, loving the moment. Maybe my kids
aren't as devilish as I think.