February 16, 2005

A moment I would freeze if I could

My little post about the way my two children hold hands in the car received some really beautiful comments and seemed, for whatever reason, to resonate with people. So, as much for those nice people who left those comments, as for myself so I can fix this memory firmly in my mind, let me share with you a little vignette from last night.

I came home from work and I took the kids from the nanny. She had bathed them and put them in their pj's. They were running around up stairs. Playing and carrying on happily. I went into my room to take my suit and tie off. Generally, I like to get out of the work clothes as soon as I get home so I can get on the floor and roll around with the kids without worrying about the clothes. The Boy Child followed me in. As with everything else, all things being equal, he was moving at a speed just above what he can safely control. And, as is usually the case, he went sprawling on to my floor, face first. He caught himself on his hands and kind of lay there, crying.

I said to him, "you're ok", and "come on, get up and show me what hurts". I could see that there was nothing that could have been too serious about the fall and, as is my habit, I didn't want to make too big a deal out of it. He ignored me for a bit, continuing to cry, and then he got up and pointed to his hands.

At that point, his sister came in. The Girl Child is tall for her age and he is on the normal side. His head comes up to about the top of her rib cage. She asked what was wrong and I told her. And this is the bit I want to freeze forever in my mind.

She holds her arms out to him and says "kom til meg, lille venn" (meaning: come to me, little friend). He takes three steps, very quickly, and throws his arms around her and lays his head on her chest as he continues to cry. She enfolds him with her arms and alternates between rubbing his back and patting him gently on the back, all while telling him that it was ok. They just stood there, her giving comfort and him receiving it. His cries slowly faded away to little hiccups as his breath caught in little gasps as he tried to recover his poise and stop crying. All while she stood there with him. Their arms around each other, his around her waist and lower back and hers around his upper back. Her head inclined so that her cheek was resting on the top of his head. Bathed in the glow from the over head lights, their hair gleamingly damp from the water.

It was so beautiful that I thought my heart was going to break.

When they finished their hug, he leaned forward and kissed her on her chest.

It is moments like this that enrich my life.

Posted by Random Penseur at February 16, 2005 09:49 AM

RP, it just makes my heart go 'squidge'. What a lovely story beautifully told.

Posted by: GrammarQueen at February 16, 2005 10:35 AM

OK, now I am all Verklempt!!!!

You owe me some tissues RP. But please don't let that stop you from sharing these great moments...

Posted by: Wicked H at February 16, 2005 11:46 AM

This made me cry... :::sniffles::: You know, the *good* kind. :-)

Posted by: Amber at February 16, 2005 01:03 PM

RP, uh, that's not a tear in my eye...it's, uh, allergies. Yeah, that's it...allergies.

That is just awesome.

Posted by: Howard at February 16, 2005 03:20 PM

Oh, my. What beautiful children you have. What a lovely post - how beautifully you wrote and captured this moment.

And what a good place to keep it for later on when they act like they're going to kill each other and you need to remember. *snort*

I have a particular picture of my two boys when they were both pretty little. Framed and everything. Every once-in-a-while one of them will slip up and ask "Mom, how come you have this old picture of us on your desk?" and I say: "I keep it because that's when you two were SWEET."

Of course, things could be different for you and your kidlets.

*wink* Love ya,

Posted by: Margi at February 16, 2005 03:49 PM

Lordy. That story is sweet enough to kill a diabetic. You're a lucky papa, RP.

Posted by: Jim at February 16, 2005 04:10 PM

I fill blessed, sometimes, I really do. In fact, this is shaping up to be a great week all the way around.

Posted by: RP at February 16, 2005 04:51 PM

Sigh!!! The cockles of my heart are so warmed with this sweet, loving vignette. Sigh!!

Posted by: Azalea at February 16, 2005 07:19 PM

Holy Moly - What a great scene that must have been. Awesome story. BTW, I know you said she is taller than him. Are they twins, though? Because I was intrigued by this: kom til meg, lille venn. Their own language?

Posted by: Mark at February 16, 2005 09:35 PM

Helps to read further down. Why Norwegian?

Posted by: Mark at February 16, 2005 09:37 PM

It's stories like this one that make me yearn for fatherhood, despite the many trials and tribulations it can/will bring into my life.

Posted by: Jester at February 16, 2005 11:35 PM

Mark, it's 'cuz RP's bride is Norwegian-born.

Posted by: Tuning Spork at February 17, 2005 08:26 PM
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