Things That End Well



IMG_2600One thing I’m learning about parenting the under two set: there are a lot of things that don’t end well. Like this picture, for example. When the 20 month old who is just learning to “uhmp” (jump) stands over the 6 week old and starts crowing?

Not going to end well.

Actually photo shoots in general could probably go into that category. Most of the snaps I think are cute and possible in the moment end up looking more like a lopsided sumo match when I finally load them into Photoshop.

IMG_2596But if there are a lot of things that don’t end well [see: stairs, crackers, bedtime, bath, “no,” and showers], looking through these photos reminds me of the good stuff of my own childhood. Talk about fate, karma, or destiny—my brothers WERE my childhood in a lot of ways. The fact that we were homeschooled and tended to live at the end of long dirt roads probably exaggerated the phenomenon, but I bet if you grew up with siblings your childhood memories have a similar color.

Seeing Iris and Ollie interact—even with the limited vocab of babyhood—makes me so curious to see what they’ll be like together in three or thirty years.

Curious and also super happy for them. I know plenty of people who have had rough patches with their sibs, but I don’t know any who don’t also love each other with a kind of casual world-without-end that you don’t see anywhere else in life.

Iris and Oliver won’t remember these early moments, obviously, but I wonder what fun and happy ones they will have stored away by the time they’re off living their own lives?

I remember snow so deep we could tunnel through the yard in it; the smell of lake mud and pond edges black with the wriggle of tadpoles we were trying to catch in jars (later, at a different house, we would glide through the swamp in a canoe with nets, trying to catch turtles). I remember when we could still quote every single line of The Little Mermaid. I remember drawing maps of our fantasy worlds—and inventing NEW fantasy worlds when we wanted to exclude one of our sibs. I remember being cast—fearfully, as it happens—in my older brothers’ home movie when I was four or five, and I remember forcing my younger brothers to act out a string of plays I wrote when I was thirteen or fourteen with a similar disregard for whether or not Dan really wanted to dress in drag and play the queen.

Mostly I remember being friends.






3 thoughts on “Things That End Well

  1. Love your pictures and your happy memories. My sibs were HUGE in my childhood too. My brothers were my heroes, and my sisters were “forever friends” (and enemies, depending on how young and moody we all were). Nothing like it, and it’s true that you can’t find that kind of staying power in love almost anywhere else!

  2. Aww, what a lovely post. You have captured a beautiful moment – one that I’m sure Iris & Ollie will treasure in years to come. I often wonder how our three will interact when they’re older. I worry about the teenage years, but I’m sure they will be the best of friends after that difficult period is over! Yes, I did say three…our gorgeous baby girl arrived 9 days late on November 16th. A ‘quick but brutal’ 1hr 11 minute labour!! We named her Ivy and she was 8lb 11oz…ouchie! We’re definitely leaving it at three. Besides, I can’t think of any more ‘I’ names that I like! :0)

    • Congrats on your new baby!!! I hope it’s not weird since we’ve never met, but I’ve been wondering how you and your new little one were doing. 🙂 Also I love the name Ivy… but we do seem to have a plant theme going in our house, so I might be prejudiced. It sounds like you had the labor I was afraid of having. (We live 30-45 minutes from our hospital). At least it was over quickly! And how funny that our babies were exactly the same weight. Yay for 8 pound, 11 ouncers!

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