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When Did That Happen?

on July 30, 2012

We spent a fabulous weekend with all four of our children. That doesn’t happen very often any more so we try to squeeze as much as we can out of the time together when it does.  (That may be why I’m so sleepy today. Or…it could just be Monday.)  As we spent time just hanging out together the kids started talking about things they did when they were little.   I’m beginning to think that I was either the world’s worst mother or that I was tremendously unobservant. I kept asking them, “When did that happen.”  “When did THAT happen?” “WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?? They find it greatly amusing. It may have something to do with the fact that I can’t spank them any more. Or send them to their rooms.  Or even ground them after the fact.  The statute of limitations has run out on most of it.  My kids are smart. 

They waited to tell me about bombing each other over the stair rail with toys until after they had no more toys to take away.  They didn’t inform me of our oldest son’s game of safari with his kid sized bow and arrow until after he had safely moved away from home. Fear not. He didn’t hunt his siblings just their stuffed animals.  I wondered a few times why my daughter’s stuffed “Thumper” needed so much surgery to keep from losing his stuffing.  Now I know it was because her brother was “hunting wabbit.”    I wasn’t aware that my son had a penchant for sitting on his little sisters faces. Well he did until one of them bit him – hard. Serves him right.  If it left a permanent mark I’d like to be around on the day he explains THAT to his future wife. “Oh that scar? My little sister bit me on the butt.” 

Who knew that the oldest two trapped the third one behind the couch because she annoyed them? They did I guess.  My son was trying to make me feel sorry for him that he has a scar on his forehead from where she nailed him with a toy in the forehead while in that situation.  Nothing doing.  He told me it was a mosquito bite that he scratched open.  Sympathy has a statute of limitations too.  I did know that they tried to tie yarn around her wrist and make her play “cat on a leash.” I just didn’t know it happened more than once. I was all over the yarn burn she got on her 3-year-old wrist playing “cat”. What I didn’t know that they were smart enough to wrap a sock around her wrist first the next time. I guess my punishment didn’t scare them.  It just challenged them to find a better way to get away with things.

After listening to them reminisce about their wretchedly naughty pasts I’ve discovered that they didn’t tell me about a lot of things.  I decided that it’s ok that they didn’t.  They survived with a minimum amount of scars or any permanent damage. If I had gotten involved one or more of them may not have been so fortunate. There are some things that a Mom just doesn’t need to know.  At least she doesn’t need to know them until her kids are older.  That way her kids get to just do normal kid things.  Well…normal naughty kid things.

As I was listening to my zoo crew laughing about all of the naughty stuff they did to each other something struck me.  Despite the fact that they spent several years trying to eliminate one another my kids are great friends. They like spending time together.  They don’t have to be doing anything special per se other than just being with each other.  They can tease each other and no one gets mad.  They still have occasional moments when we fear we are going to have to bring in referees but those keep getting fewer and farther in between.  They care about each other. They defend each other.  They all hurt when one of them hurts. They are excited about each others accomplishments. They cheer for one another. The comfort one another.  They are friends as well as siblings.  All of them.  Today as I was thinking about what a fun weekend we had and how my kids have such a great time hanging out together I found myself asking again,

“When did that happen?”




6 responses to “When Did That Happen?

  1. momshieb says:

    Oh, my God! I thought I was the only mother on earth who missed the time the whole crew got lost out in the back woods, or the time that the two boys launched steak knives at their older sister because she was “bossy” while baby sitting! “Where the hell was I when that happened?” is my usual comment when my three kids get together.
    So nice to know that I am not alone!

    • wedelmom says:

      Oh SO not alone. I’d get more annoyed if I didn’t know that my siblings and I have done the same thing to our mother….still to this day. 🙂

  2. The Bumble Files says:

    I think it’s better if we DON”T know it all. I’m with you there. I also think it’s good for kids to work things out for themselves. Evidently, it paid considering now they’re great friends. The proof is in the pudding. It’s also a testament to your great parenting 🙂

    • wedelmom says:

      I’m not sure how great my parenting has been, but thank you. I honestly think the best parents are the ones who admit they aren’t perfect, but then, not many people ask me my opinion on that.

  3. Mrs H says:

    I definitely agree that kids need space. My kids are still little and I freak out every so often when an image comes into my mind of the scrapes and near misses, let alone the teasing & on the edge playing with my siblings. I’ve got YEARS of it to come of course, and I can only hope our two are great friends as they get through teenage & into adulthood as that would be a fantastic thing to see as a parent. Glad I found your blog – always good to read others in a similar area and get different perspectives.

    • wedelmom says:

      Thanks so much for stopping by. I’m glad you found something useful! 🙂 I have to say I spent a lot of time praying that my kids would grow up and be able to stand to look at each other let alone be friends, but it did seem to work out. Part of it was because they had a common “enemy” from whom to keep secrets I would guess. 😉

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