Family Life

Some nights the kids get to play in the bath. Tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight it was assembly-line style. Daniel, the oldest, was ready first: into the tub, dunk, lather, rinse, haul out onto the mat, dry, pajamas, done. Daniel was at the haul-out phase when Joel wandered into the tub, and he was well and truly done by the time baby Micah got plonked into the water.

I washed Micah last. He asked what soap Daniel had used, since he hadn’t been there to observe first-hand. We currently have three different baby soaps, and the boys are very particular about which one gets used on who. I pointed out Daniel’s soap and then offered him a choice from the other two. But no, Micah wanted to use the same soap as Daniel–he wanted to be the same as his big brother. The little toddler adores his wise, knowledgeable, mature, five-year-old brother.

Casting back to memories of many years ago, my mother warned me to be careful in what I did because my little sister looked up to me and would imitate my behaviour. Oblivious as I was to most things outside myself, I paid no heed to her warning. I hope I didn’t lead you astray too much, Rachel.

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