when the younger babe is strong enough and has the wherewithal to stand up and purposefully walk towards wherever her older brother happens to be: just to see what he's doing and to find out just what there is to explore in the vicinity.
then, there is the older babe - who is not only strong enough to roll all over/push/hit his little sister or grab whatever she's holding out of her hands (because he can)- but also has the autonomy, vocabulary, and self-awareness to say things like:
"sister, don't do that!"
"sister's breaking my dolphin!"
"don't eat that, sister!"
"sister's hurting me!"
"momma, take sister away, please?"
and then there are more miracles.
sometimes these miracles last up to 10 minutes: the promise of a budding 'frien-emy" and ultimate loyalty that comes from growing up together and weathering the tribulations of being raised by their moms.
but these days, mostly, i cling to the hope that i can someday
cook a meal
clean a bit
- without having to resort to turning on the television (more than "necessary" anyway).