Taking terrible family pictures is a long standing tradition with my kids and I. It is funny how some things never change.
Lizzy is still the little mother. She is always the one with the baby in her lap. I am wondering if I forced that position on her, or if some of it is/was voluntary. I think it was a little of both.
Bennet is still a very reluctant participant.
Jane was 18ish months in these photos, and I think there is some Lydia in her expressions. Also, I remembered her as balder than this… Maybe I remember everyone balder than they actually were?
Lizzy and Jane are five years apart. While they’ve always had fun together, they are starting to develop a sweet little friendship. Tonight Lizzy asked if Jane would sleep in her room with her since she (Lizzy) has had trouble falling asleep lately. Jane was happy to for two reasons, 1. Kitty drives her bananas, and 2. Jane has been afraid of our house burning down at night ever since our July 4th fire. They both seemed to take a lot of comfort in the idea of being in the room together.
I am so pleased that my two older girls are learning the joys of sisterhood. I have 9 sisters and they have simultaneously driven me crazy and helped me through life’s hardest moments. My sisters are some of my closest friends. I am glad I’ve always had a sister to turn to or rely on when I needed help. I hope my girls will have the same thing.
When Jane gets furious because Kitty is wearing some of her clothes, I think “Oh yeah, I remember that.”. My sister Margaret would put on my pants while I was at school and for some reason it would enrage me even more that she couldn’t even put them on the right way. They were always on backwards. DUH! (She was, like 3 at the time.) I remember being so angry about this that I couldn’t even speak. I would complain to my mom and she would shrug it off. So when I see the same rage in Jane’s eyes, I can’t help but grin. Not because I don’t understand, but because I TOTALLY understand.
Or when Jane gets mad about Kitty messing up their room, I remember the giant tantrum I once threw when I wasn’t allowed to go to a dance because the room I shared with Paula was a huge disaster. And I tried to blame it all on Paula, but a good 50% of the mess was mine. And Jane does the exact same thing. It makes me chuckle.
So, I am glad that my two oldest girls are developing a closer relationship. Hopefully in five years, Jane will start to like Kitty again, too.