So it's been two months since the Forgiveness Ceremony, the desperaate attempt the parents made in order to spare us all from the incessant sibling fighting. The two girls, Echo and Xi (Bella has been at her other house and thus simply cherished through Skype) engaged in a special ritual to wipe the slate clean and become friends again.
And they still are friends!
Well there was the one day, in the YMCA locker room, the scene of our darkest sibling-shittiness-days, when Echo, when asked to pick a spot to sit while I brushed her hair, chose the exact spot where Xi was standing. My mind went wild with panic, instantly. Yet we sorted that out without incident. Then on the way home Echo misinterpreted Xi's response as sarcasm and when I glanced in the mirror, the look that passed between the two girls confirmed my greatest fears. Within the space of an hour we had traveled back to that dark time where these two girls fought endlessly. It's not as though they don't argue from time to time, but the flavor of these two exchanges were just so eerily matched to that dark era.
How my heart flared! My mind raged! If I were a child I'd be dragging my feet and screaming! I DID NOT want to go back to those old days.
I actually honked the horn. It sounds silly now. Heck it felt silly then! But I didn't know what to do. It was like the old trick with the spray bottle, the one where you spray a cat in the face just as they are, say, scratching the furniture or something. I wanted to stop these girls in their tracks, before they could step one step further down the road to hell.
I honked the mini-van horn. Loud and long. Not caring for a millisecond that this made zero sense to my fellow drivers. Screw them, I had a serious emergency on my hands.
I pulled over and beseeched these two to realize what they were doing. I pleaded with them to notice how quickly things can change from friends to enemies. I may even have pulled on my hair and thrown in some serious drama. (Just maybe.) And they turned it around. I was so glad we had the ceremony to point to as a landmark. They knew just what I was talking about, no glazed looks were present. They simply re-chose their friend state.
Praise the heavens!
And so we've reached the two-month mark with only those five minutes of panic (mostly on my part). These two are constant companions.
- Diving to the bottom of the pool.
- Refining their various jumps (cannonball, pencil, walk-jump) from the edge of the pool
- Making forts
- Playing pretends
- Eating snacks
- Taking personality quizzes
And just to share: On my current list of Cutest Things Ever, Xi is wearing the Girl Scout sash from my own childhood. She wears it because she is interested in becoming a Girl Scout herself. But she also wears it because she thinks it's cool! She asked to wear it to school. She has worn it for three days straight, stroking it in admiration. For some reason this pulls my heart strings, all the way. In this era of Justin Beiber and iPhones and kids growing up faster than ever before, I am so touched that honest-to-goodness merit badges have caught this modern girl's fancy. And the fact that she is proud of her (step) mom for her girlhood achievements just adds that extra tug.