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There you sit, happily entertaining yourself while quietly colouring at the dining room table. The pride you are taking in your work is striking. As you choose every new colour with precision from your elaborate case of markers, I see the intent you have on creating work that’s as beautiful and unique as you are.
I know you don’t think I’m watching, but I am.
As you occasionally look up, you probably see your brother with his arms wrapped around my legs. He is demanding “Up….up mommy,” repeatedly. I try to ignore him so I can come to compliment what you are doing. But his demands are rising. In a stronger, bolder voice, he screams “UP! UP MOMMY!!!” Your brother is stuck to me like Krazy Glue, and no matter how much I encourage him to entertain himself, it’s just not very often that he does.
I lift him up, and try to make my way over to look at your beautiful work of art. I notice that you’re occasionally glancing at the cartoons on TV. Once in a while, your entire face lights up when something funny happens on the cartoon. You laugh, loudly. The dimples on your face let me know that you are are basking in happiness. Your independence has always been such a treasure to observe. But, before I can make my way over to you, your brother tries to demand a snack. I gently tell him “No, dinner is on the way,” but your brother doesn’t like the word No yet. He starts throwing a tantrum. He is persistent on getting his way, but I want him to eat his dinner, so I tell him “No” again. His tantrum escalates. I’ve all of a sudden got my hands full with a screaming toddler, and my well-intended plans to come over and pay attention to you are derailed.
I know you don’t think I’m trying, but I am.
I’m now in the middle of trying to prepare dinner with a screaming toddler who wants enough snacks to choke a horse. I am not an octopus, and I don’t have enough hands to deal with the chaos unravelling before me. You are well into your colouring project now, and I faintly see the mosaic of colours you’ve chosen for your picture as your brother continues to make demands. He wants up. He wants snacks. He wants hugs. He needs me to help him pee. He is tantruming. My patience is running thin. Your brother is consuming 95% of my time and energy, and maybe at this point you might ask me for one small thing. My response is probably short and my tone frustrated, and that’s not your fault.
I know you don’t think I’m listening, but I am.
You start to sense my frustration, and you stop what you are doing. You try to help me, and you start speaking to your brother. You hold his hand. You try to be the mommy. He doesn’t want to listen, to either of us, but you are trying. It’s astonishing to me, that rather than compete for my time and energy, which you rightfully should as a sibling, you will often stop what you are doing to help me.
I know you don’t think I appreciate that, but I do.
Dinnertime starts. Although dinnertime is never easy in this house, it is almost always a bigger battle to get your brother to eat than anyone. You might take some coaxing, some convincing, and some bribing, but you almost always make the effort to eat your dinner. Again, your brother takes the greater amount of effort. He finally takes a bite and we almost always give him a far bigger round of applause than we should. And rather than ask for applause for yourself, you clap for him as well. You are the best big sister any brother could ask for. You’ve finished your dinner, and he’s barely just begun, but you wait for him to finish his dinner anyway. Even if he leaves the table twenty times, you stay seated.
I know you don’t think I notice these things, but I do.
When dinnertime is finished, I am usually frazzled. I don’t have a nerve left in my body that isn’t shot. I start to clean up. You go back to colouring your beautiful picture. Your brother has left behind a half-eaten plate of cold carrots and chicken, and he’s trying to negotiate for more snacks. You wait patiently for snacks, rather than making any demands. You continue to colour your picture, while your brother again asks “MOMMY, UP.” I try to walk away, but he’s still all over me like the Stage Five Clinger that he is.
It’s almost bedtime, and I’m wrestling and bribing your brother into his pyjamas. You don’t argue at all when I ask you to put on yours. It’s time to go upstairs, but you just finished your colouring. The picture is gorgeous, and your ear-to-ear smile beams with pride. You ask me if I like it. I tell you “I LOVE it.” You cut it out of your colouring book, and you give it to me. This is the essence of who you are. Kind. Happy. Loving. Giving. Independent.
I know you don’t think I see you, but I do.
I want you to know, my Low Maintenance Child, that even though in this moment, your brother demands my time, energy, and effort so much more than you do, that I see everything you do. I watch every move you make. I smile at you taking joy in the simplest of activities. I may not always occupy the physical space right next to you. I might not always have an extra hand to carry you when your brother wants to be carried. I might not always speak as many words to you as I do to him. But, you are seen. You are heard. You are noticed. You are loved, just as much as your brother is.
As you and your brother grow older, the dynamic may change in our house, and it may not. My only hope is to always convey these thoughts to you, in a way that lets you know how much you are loved, heard, seen, and valued.
Categories: Motherhood, Parenting, Scary Mommy, Toddlers
Well done again! Very much resonated with me!!
I’m trying to figure out which one of the three of us was the highest maintenance….
This is a letter written by every teacher! I know this feeling! Another great piece, Jen! Keep it up!
Thank you for reading! I never thought about the teacher perspective until another teacher friend brought it up. You must feel this x 1000. Perhaps I should consider refining the title!!
I love this! I hope your kids read your blog when they’re older. I think your low maintenance child sees that you always get back to her 💗
Thank you so much for reading and the kind words! I hope she knows I see her. ❤️❤️❤️
This is such a sweet and thoughtful piece. I only have one child so far, but she consumes every single moment of every day and I struggle to think how I would balance things if there were more children. But maybe the idea of balance is a bit of a myth, and you just try to do the best you can, moment to moment (pretty sure this is my parenting strategy, aka Just Trying to Keep My Head Above Water).
It sounds like your Low Maintenance Child and your less low maintenance child are both lucky to have you as a mom!
Ahhh thank you so much for reading and for your long and thoughtful comment – how old is your daughter? I had 2 in just under 2 years so it added to the chaos for sure. ❤️❤️❤️
My daughter just turned 2. I have some SERIOUS respect for parents with 2 under 2, or, let’s be honest, multiple children! This motherhood gig is a tough one.
I think 2 is my limit – my hat goes off to families of 3 or more kids!