It started on Monday with a steroid shot- ah, sweet relief from allergy hell.
And it just got better. The weather: glorious sunshine and warm breeze. We trapsed across parks all week, exploring old haunts and discovering new ones. We dug in the dirt. We smelled new growth of sweet grass as it squished beneath our toes and the fresh wind as it traveled across our faces. Bubbles were blown. Holes were dug. Treasures were found. It was perfect.
This week really solidified to me what I thought to be true over Christmas break, but wasn't sure if it was just a fluke at the time. My kids just do better when we stay home more. And it's more than "doing better"- they thrive in each other's company, at home. This week, they have played together beautifully as well as alone. They have used all their toys. They have been happy with their imaginations. The television has been turned on very little and I haven't felt the need to referee all day. There has been this unhurried, peaceful state of play that has inhibited this house this week and IT. HAS. BEEN. AMAZING.
What's even better than the obvious peaceful state of my house this week is the sweet relationship I see unfolding in Adler and Hazel. How it warms my heart to see Adler delight in Hazel's potty training success. He has given her so much encouragement and even gave her his prized dinosaur becuase she has been going on the potty this week. He has been patient with her and let her play in his room. He told me that even though she didn't follow all his rules in his room, she could still come in to play. I watch them from the kitchen window as they play and every single time Hazel screams over a bug (which averages about every 2.3 minutes) he comes running to comfort her. And she just folds in his comfort, completely at ease once he makes it better.
And Hazel, how she embraces her role as the younger sibling. If you ask her who she is, her automatic answer is, "I'm the baby sister.". You can tell her all the other things she is, but she always insists that she is the baby sister. Period. She follows Adler everywhere. His the first thing she asks for in the morning and the last person she is talking about before sleep. And although she may be the youngest, she does her share of protecting as well. There is not a timeout that Adler sits in that Hazel is not right there beside him. She rubs his back when he is sad and sings songs to make him smile.
How blessed my children are to have each other. And how blessed I am to be a part of it!