I can tell we are out of survival mode lately. How? Well, the living room is tidy, Darryl’s doing yard work and I can actually focus on things my children are saying. I daily wonder at their lives, stories, and sayings. It is such a blessing to be a mother and I’m so grateful for these little ones.
Me: I love you Evie.
Evie: I like you too, mom. Sigh.
Me: A little bit or a lot?
Evie: Well, a little bit. Because you know, of the spankings and stuff (voice trails off here)
Evie: Mom, I don’t want to have another baby.
Me: OK. Do you mean when you’re a mommy?
Evie: No, I mean us, the Dederts.
Me: Really? But you love Calvin. I thought you loved babies.
Evie: Well, I really don’t like him much, not very much.
Me: Why not?
Evie: Because of the whining and crying, you know (voice trails off again)
Evie: I just want to talk, like we’re older.
Me: Ok, what do you want to talk about?
Evie: Why do I always have to be the youngest. I want to be older, older, older like Sophie.
Evie: Because every body is the boss of me and I’m the boss of nobody.
Evie: What will you be when I’m a grandma?
Me: Dead. At least my body will be.
Evie: What? Why will you die?
Me: We only live a short while, our bodies cannot live forever. Our souls do.
Evie: (clearly uncomfortable with this topic) Aaah, mom, I don’t want to talk about bodies, bodies, bodies.
Me: Okay then.