Over the years, I have learned so much from my children.. some were pretty simple, like my son teaching me that gaol and jail are pronounced the same way, which I had no clue. But some of the lessons I have learned have made such a huge impact on me !
I have always been very fair in my dealings with my children and since I always picked up the older two from their school when they were in Primary school, I do the same for my youngest. It is no way an easy job, but because I have done it for her siblings, I will do it for her till she graduates grade 7.
As soon as she got in to the car, she asked me “How is Yaya?”
Yaya has been sick and didn’t go to school yesterday.
“Must have slept all day” I said and we both laughed. Both of us know, if Yaya isn’t reading, then she is sleeping.
“Mom, Can you take me to Coles?” She asked.
I don’t do weekday shopping, so I asked her “Why?”
“We could buy some pastries” she said.
Pastries are my weakness. I can and will eat 4 to 5 Apple Danish in one go.
“Sure” I said.
While she went to get the pastries, I bought some fresh salad and corn. I had already marinated the chicken before leaving home and I smiled happily thinking the dinner is going to be pretty easy. Boil the corn in the microwave, salad is already prepared and I just have to add the dressing and fry the chicken..I had borrowed Sidney Sheldon’s ( he died, someone else is writing using his name) latest book The tides of memory and couldn’t wait to get home to read.
We got home, I wanted to see Yaya and see if she has any fever, Quickly I took the grocery to the kitchen and just as I was leaving the kitchen to go to Yaya’s room, I found a note on the kitchen counter, “sorry mom, burned the kettle”. ( Obviously, she switched on the kettle without any water inside!). I was mad, so I counted to 100 in dutch, then in German and my anger didn’t dissipate, so I decided to make myself a cuppa and while I was getting my cup is when I noticed that my youngest had arranged all the pastries in a plate and was making lemonade ( from concentrate). It also occurred to me that usually, she finishes most of the pastries during the drive back home and this time, she actually didn’t eat any.
Then I watched her take the pastries and the drink to Yaya’s room.
I followed her a few seconds later.
I found my oldest and youngest sitting on the bed, sharing the pastries and drinking the lemonade.
I felt so bloody ashamed..that I have three sisters and never once have I shared anything with them. Yaya is no way a wonderful older sister. She is the pain the butt older sister. She has two sets of rules. One for herself and one for her siblings. For eg, No one can enter Yaya’s room or take her stuff without her authorization, but Yaya can enter her sibling’s room and take their stuff and use it without their permission. ( She even took my son’s headphones to school without telling him, while the poor guy turned the house upside down looking for his missing headphones, not to mention the grief he got from his mother for misplacing his headphones!).. It takes a lot of love to overlook the faults of an overbearing sibling..I failed in that..but my baby, she succeeded..