I may or may not have mentioned in the past that I am one of nine kids in my family.
*waits for you to finish being in awe*
As I was saying, there are a lot of us. There is something always going on. And since i'm homeschooled, you'd assume that means I always know what's going on with my family. Always.
Lies.
I *wish* I could keep up with all of them. But hey. I'm busy. I go to an intense online highschool(can anyone say "college level classes"?), and I work a part-time job. On top of that, I have music and dance lessons. So even though I *am* home most of the time, I don't get to spend this time staring at my siblings give each other wedgies.
This post wouldn't even exist if it weren't for my sweet younger sister Avery.
And I think I will start two days ago, on February 27th.
That was my birthday. Now, I was NOT excited for this birthday. For many reasons. But the biggest was just that I felt sorry for myself. I know, pathetic. But most of my close friends live hundreds or thousands of miles away. And those were the friends that wanted to celebrate my birthday. And Helen was kinda adamant on me having a good birthday. When I woke up I had over 40 text messages, and 4 voice mails. The majority of the texts were from Helen. She started counting down from 20 minutes until midnight. I got texts at midnight from mulitple people saying that I was now old. I guarantee that Helen reminded the other three people I got calls from. ;)
Despite Helen's best efforts, my day started off not so great. And yeah, it was an attitude thing. And I allowed myself to become in a better mood as time went on. After lunch with my mamacita, I was feeling pretty good. And THEN Nainoa came over for dinner. Which was, ya know, the best.
But I'm getting away from my point. My point was my family. And how I've ignored them growing and progressing.
So after dinner, I'm sitting on the couch with Nainoa, and Avery comes over and climbs on my lap. Now, I think she's pretty advanced for a 3-year old. So she sits on my lap, and starts having a conversation with him. Like, a freakin conversation. Starts going on about herself. It amazed me. And then she got silly and started laughing out of control and kept trying to lick his hand...hey, she's 3. It's ok, she doesn't know that that's disgusting. ;)
So, needless to say, I was kinda amazed at how much she'd grown up without me knowing.
Ha. I didn't know the half of it.
Yesterday, I'm sitting at the computer, writing my Algebra II Study Guide. And Avery comes over and sits on my lap, and takes one of my headphones so she can listen. And after a few songs, it starts playing "Only Hope" from A Walk To Remember(If you haven't seen this movie, I shun you). I have the sheet music for it, and I've played it a few times, singing along. Well, it gets to the chorus, and Avery starts singing along. Perfectly. Perfect pitch. Everything. It was freakin spectacular. Now, she has an impeccable memory. She really does. She can memorize primary songs like nobodys business, and she has a few nursery rhymes memorized. But this amazed me. And so I experimented. I played a song, and then repeated it. On the repeat, I started singing along. And I made sure it was one with a repeating chorus. As I'm singing the chorus to "The Only Exception" on the second time listening to it, Avery joins in.
Gosh, this girl amazes me.
She gets up to use the bathroom, and when she comes back, she looks up at me with those irresistible eyes and says, "Aurora, can I spell my name?" and of course I told her she could try. Now keep in mind, she has never had ANY sort of lesson on the alphabet or anything. I mean, yeah, she can sing the alphabet song. But everyone can.
So I give her the keyboard and watch her. And she's humming, and looking at the keyboard, and outta the blue says, "A." and hits A. And then v. Then E. Then R. And then Y. And looks at me for approval. And I wanted to cry. Because this girl is freakin amazing. Not many kids can read or SPELL THEIR NAME when they're THREE.
About an hour later, still working on that study guide, my brother is behind me, spinning around. Now, he's four. And he likes to mess around. I was kinda ignoring him. And then I heard him. It went sorta like this:
Aaron: *spinning around and around* "wheee!" *hits the ground* "OH MY GOSH AURORA THE HOUSE IS MOVING!"
This repeated about five times.
If any of you have ever spun around in a circle, you'll know that when you stop, everything feels like it's spinning. But I don't remember registering this until I was 7 or 8. But he's four. And realizing this. And so he ran around, demonstrating for anyone who would listen.
I was amazed.
So I started thinking about my siblings.
Stephen has become so much less picky. He's eating more foods with less fuss than a few months ago. He's getting big and half his pants are high waters.
Alisa is memorizing things left and right. She knows at least a dozen poems. And she can recite them all in English accents. Which makes it THAT much more adorable. And the cool part? Her english accent is kinda amazing. Like...amazing.
Madeline is becoming a young woman. I'd never really stopped to see. But she's making these decisions and going through that teenage girl crap that everyone goes through.
Autumn is 15, and so when I stopped to watch her, I can see her interaction with the lovely male specimen. I've also decided that maybe I should give her a flirting lesson one of these days... ;)
Rachel, well, I almost never see her. She works a 9-5 job. So...ya know. Yeah.
And Brianna's belly keeps getting bigger. Every time I see her, it seems like she's become 3 more months pregnant. It's kinda really crazy....
I have been blessed with this amazing family. I need to stop and appreciate them...
I have a friend whose father died recently. And it makes me stop and think, am I appreciating my family? If someone in my family died would I know half of the things that I should know?
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