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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

For the Love of Kids.

I love all four of my offspring to ridiculous proportions. I am equally blown away at the differences between them. Case in point: halloween 2006.

Daughter #1 gets dibs on the best dress-up dress just because she yells louder. She gets the chance to go trick-or-treating to the big city with her pal, who warns her to bring not one bag, but two. She leaves the house first and comes home last. She gets the most candy. Upon entering the house, she asks for a handful of our leftover candy from the big bowl. I say "No way". She is appalled. She asks me when will I get around to dividing it between the four of them. I say, "never".

Daughter #2 takes all my advice on how to look like Raggedy Anne. She is thrilled senseless with the raggedy anne hair that I made for her out of a hat and strips of red fabric. She is happy to walk around the neighborhood with her friend til she can fill the pockets of her apron with candy. She comes home and gives her baby brother candies. (she snarls at her other brother, and snaps at him for nearly sitting on her candy, and for even-thinking-about-touching it, but she is very generous with the little brother). She asks to be tucked into bed.

Son, child #3 dresses up in his costume to show his little brother what fun trick or treating will be so as to encourage him to eat the two regulation bites of spaghetti if he wants to join in the candy hunt. When it becomes increasingly clear that Sammy will not have any of his dinner, Micah tells him, "Don't worry Sammy. I will go trick or treating, then when I get home, I will give you some candy". He heads out into the snow, and after about ten houses, says he has enough candy and wants to go home now. Micah comes home, dumps his cache on the living room floor, and equally divides the loot between himself and his brother, taking care to tell Sammy about which ones are really good, and not dreaming of hoarding those for himself.

Son, child #4. Refuses to eat any of his dinner. Knows that it means he will not go out. Knows how insanely he is loved. Gets to stay indoors, watch some telly, play in peace with his brother's dollar store rifle, and wait for the candy to come to him. He has talked for two weeks now about being spider man. Its all talk. At the end of the day, he is well fed on ketchup chips and spider man candy sticks, and is thrilled senseless that I let him go to bed wearing his favourite sweatsuit.

I swear that Dr Suess, Dr Dobson, and all those other wanna be parenting gurus are all retarded. You get what you get, and its as simple as that.


Anonymous said...

Entirely true! You get what you get. These little souls come to us for their own reasons, even when they don't necessarily correspond to our own. :)

Peace to you. Great post!

Thailand Gal

Marshkies said...

Micah, what a sweet boy! That's how I remember observing Carol as a child.

Christy said...


esther said...

awhhh, micah is such a sweetheart!!!
...i was NEVER that nice, i licked all my halloween candy so my brother wouldn't eat it...ick, what a brat!?!

Heather said...

Oh, so it's not just MY kids who are about as different as three kids can be?

I kept thinking that the first two were SO different the third one surely had to be like one of them. But then she showed up with a whole other kind of different and I realized that only a small part of them is the "nurture" part.

Carlotti said...

Oh dear, if micah is "me" in male form, maybe i should be the one developing a therapy fund for him! yikes.

Anonymous said...

What special children you have!

lettuce said...

well, I only have the one, but yup, I'd agree with that!

Ruth said...

yeah! i was my mamas first child. i woke her up every 2 or 3 hours for the first several years of my life.

and then there was my BROTHER. who slept 12-14 hours a night PLUS took 2 naps a day.

she did the same things with both of us but we were/are oh so very different.

the more kids you have the more the differences are obvious. (i am told) ;)

Anonymous said...


I thought I would miss helping kids get ready for 'trick or treating'.

Until my daughter called me at the LAST MINUTE needing a this and a that for this and that.

Then I remembered...

I wasn't very good at it.

My three are SO different. But at the ages of 22, 24 and 25 they finally all get along!

shelley said...

My eldest was willing to pool all the collected candy and split it equally with his little sister that decided to go with her little girl friend to their church party. I was so proud of that. Just when you think there is no hope they pleasantly surprise you. My other daughter thought the idea sucked!