It has all worked very nicely, my oldest is fully fluent in understanding my language and my youngest can even speak it back to me breathing her emotions into the various sounds she creates.
As you can imagine it's all very simple to understand, it basic life. Often my children know our routines so well that we don't even have to speak to each other. We can just show our enjoyment of being with each other through silent practical ways that give each other joy. Lining up and organising a bedrooms shelves, producing a still warm soft blanket out of the tumble dryer at TV time, and counting out 'Snack a Jacks' in a pack even though we know it says 12 on the side. One of my favourites I like to do it is find a new plug in smell that makes the flat feel cuddly or change all their sheets and make the bed beautifully into 'nests' and you can't wait to jump in.
However as I have said this is all fairly basic calm life, it's not lives multi tasking over several levels; it's more of a being together rhythmic stream.
So whats wrong? It all works very well?Well it has done up until now, I acknowledge that now is the time my kids quite rightly want to become less dependent on me and my hubby. They over these next 10yrs will want to grow and grow into their own identities with their own plans and adventures.
In short our home is morphing from a singular to a multiple existence. As my kids voice and act upon their needs and wants our lives intertwine even further with friends staying over, going out, interactions and plan making with other parents etc. You know what I mean, the list goes on...
These other streams of life do not know my language and I in turn struggle to navigate in theirs. They don't 'get it' when I disappear to my room or put my headphones in and wander out into the garden. My kids know to look for the intent behind what I say, not literally interpret my words.
- That shiny pole = the hat stand
- can you put your clobber in the brown tub = can you bring me ur washing from your room, and put it on the washing pile in the kitchen.
- have you got your pots on = have you got your shoes on.
All my life what has come out of my mouth has never made literal picture sense (unless I'm working my way through a monologue on a subject that I'm passionate about) and the other poor person is just left listening.
Other streams of life they do not know:-
- That,standing to close to me can make me panic
- That, tapping my arm to get my attention is unbelievably hard to deal with for me.
- My inability to unravel an argument over a game, as three 'streams' tell me their point of view at once.
- I learn people don't do what they say eg "I come at 'about' 8pm" and then don't turn up till 9pm, leaving me working through possible solutions and scenarios whilst being frozen in the 'Unknown of what on earth 'about' might mean.
- Other streams arrive with, socks that are not pulled over their feet properly, causing them to flop around as a Wii game is conquered.
- They sit were I usually sit (not knowing that having people sit on both sides of my is just to overwhelming).
- They don't know that phones in our flat are never held to your ear they are only ever talked to on loud speaker, if answered at all.
- Other streams I struggle to use a knife and fork so spoons are often used due to total lack of food to mouth co ordination.
- Also 'other streams ' are often shocked as 'Carwen / mum' always has several micro naps throughout the day leaving the kids always have first dibs on the lounge.
I wish this blog was an amazing poem cause I'd want to end it like this.
against the 'other streams' I have nothing,
Except a want to work out how to love em,
For on this journey I'm bound
to let my little ones identities be found
And as they swop and wobble
My freak outs I will nobble
Cause I want to stay in the pack
Even if I have a rainbow on my back.
Thank you to all who walk with us in all their beautifully stream uniqueness.
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