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Just a thought about being a mother, a mother of four beautiful children three girls and one boy. They are terrible two, tearful three, a whole hand five and sweet sixteen, big jump I know the sweet sixteen is from my first marriage.
Since the last three are so little you would figure all the help comes from the oldest, no I have to say most of my aggravation comes from that one. I am just amazed that a sixteen year old could actually have arguments with such small children. She seems to think they are her personal debate team. They argue about why Barbie should have her clothes matching or not, whether Bob the Builder and Wendy are boyfriend and girlfriend, it's amazing really. When the arguing is at a fevered pitch with one wonderful comeback from Sara my five year old she states in a very a matter a fact way, "Jessica I am a whole hand, Jessica a whole hand." Knowing that being a whole hand makes you old and wise, she figured Jessica would understand now that she was dealing with someone of advanced age and equal to her own. Now she would have to be looked at with respect, as an equal. Then just as simply as that Jessica delivers a comeback of her own very much suiting her age, "well I am three hands and a finger."
Then I know at that moment I am in a circus side show that has trapped me in a torrid time warp of infantile behavior to be mimicked by everyone until the day I die which could be soon. Then when you ask the one question that needs to be asked how old are you, why are you arguing with your brother and sisters. You get well they are so frustrating. With an attempt in deversion you asked them to bend down and pick up the mess on the floor instead you get everyone stepping over all the garbage lying all over the floor. Why, you think to yourself but you know it is because you are the only one that cleans, the only one that cooks, fixes boo boos, mediates and plays referee, teaches the alphabet colors, numbers, shapes.
Doesn't sound like a lot, well it is. I love my children I love everything they are Jessica is a beautiful intelligent young lady who I know will do great things she will never be satisfied for anything less than that. Sara is sweet, sensitive, caring and motherly she is the perfect big sister to the little ones. She will be a great caretaker she will love anyone forgive anyone give anyone another chance to be a better person, I have great hope for her to be a very special person I believe she has a gift to see little glimpses
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