tenants
April 22, 2011 § 1 Comment
On the eve of a quiet day, we forgo our bedtime routines and lease our family room to tiny tenants to the tune of gleeful exclamations. Each child nestled in a makeshift bed, they camp out by the light of a late night movie, armed with an assortment of snacks and extra time. The evening blurs into morning; tides of giggles wash up the stairs as they feign sleep with muffled chatter. For the moment my children are friends.
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Every time that happens, I want to bottle the moment and then break it out and pour it on the discordant times when they can barely stand to inhabit the same space. Ah, I live for those moments; even though the moments are entirely of the siblings’ making, they make me feel like we’ve done something right as parents.