A large black spider slowly crawled across my living room ceiling. He was difficult to ignore not only because of the contracting white ceiling and black body, but also because of his slow, constant movement. This particularly brave arachnid decided it would be best to crawl across the middle of the ceiling, taunting me with his long legs just out of reach. I shouted, “GROSS!” And the spider suddenly stopped moving. He could hear me. That made me feel like he should probably go. I don’t want a spider spy in my house!
At one point on our drive, I turned off “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.” My sweet little six year old shouted from the backseat, “But mom, what happened to Dumbledore's hand?” Say what?! She was listening to the story this entire time?! Sold. Audiobooks all day! Or at least on road trips.
I have these kids completely figured out, and then a few days later they do something that throws me completely off. I, of course, suspect it’s because I don’t spend enough time with my children. It’s because I don’t talk to them enough. It’s because I work full-time out of the home. Of course. But really, it’s just because they’re growing. They are learning the things they like and dislike, the things they feel comfortable with or uncomfortable with. Each situation will be just a little bit new until they figure out exactly who they are.