The last couple of days have been filled with errands before the next week’s busy rush. It actually started with the emergency dental work that Roger needed. That meant dragging the whole family a good 70 miles to the dentist. So, if we had to go to town, then it made sense to do the back-to-school stuff while we were waiting.
The dentist appointment was shorter than expected, and consequently, we were caught in the middle of our shopping spree, needing to wrap it up early. In our haste, we grabbed a back-to-school shirt for the oldest child, and by looking at the size tag, decided that it was the right size and rushed to the check out counter.
When we got home, the oldest child tried the new shirt on, and we discovered that she grew a bit during the summer. Well, a lot. Apparently, pool water, tons of blackberries, and lots of sun makes kids grow a whole lot during vacation time. I didn’t worry, we were going to be back the next day for more dental work, so during our wait again, we could exchange the shirt for a larger one.
After dropping off the small shirt, we found a new, perfect shirt. It was time to go to the customer service area and get the shirts exchanged. As I was attending to business at the customer service counter, I felt my 3-year-old slip away. I turned and noticed that he was behind me a ways and right in front of the exit doors. This is when older siblings are good to have. I didn’t worry too much because I noticed that his 8-year-old sister followed him, and I knew that she would find some way to keep him from escaping the store.
I finished up, and turned around to find that the 8-year-old indeed found a way to keep her brother under control. It was actually quite effective. They were both laying on the floor, him face down, and her on top of him! She had him completely pinned to the floor! This all went down right in front of the store for customers, both leaving and entering to see.
It was all that I could muster to keep from laughing hysterically! I could tell just what was going on in the sensitive 8 year old’s mind. She is always very concerned about her brother’s wellbeing. If there is any question about what food is okay for her allergic brother, she breaks down and with tears rolling down her cheeks she begs us to not feed him that food. I could just imagine what she was thinking in the store… that maybe he would dart out of the front doors and get hit by a car, or instantly kidnapped by a “bad guy”.
I could see it in my mind, the sweet, timid girl making a running tackle all in the name of saving her brother’s life. I also wonder what went through her brother’s mind as he instantly got thrown to the floor and pinned down.
I got to thinking about where I would be without my very active boy’s sisters. They are almost always there to help. Now, I know that he is even safer because at least one of his siblings is good for enforcing behavior control even if it is by the use of physical force.