Tuesday, November 17, 2009


One of the big perks of the new house was that the girls would each have their own bedrooms for the first time. So, when we moved in, they got their own rooms, right across the hall from each other. Large immediately took to hers, arranged the furniture herself, and rearranges it every week or so (she has a strong intuitive understanding of feng shui). Small did not fare quite so well, and hates being by herself in her own room at night. She's used to always having her big sister around. She complains of stomach aches, monsters, ghosts.

Well. They've decided - on their own - to share a bedroom again. Which is odd, as they tend to fight like wolverines during the day. But so be it: both beds are now in one bedroom, and the other has been designated as the play room. It's only been a couple days. But while they still fight during the day, over toys, over territory, over the very air that they breathe, they seem extremely comforted by the idea that at the end of the day, when the lights go out, they won't be alone.


Anonymous said...

What finally pushed me to move out of a room shared with my sister was the mess. For whatever reason, we couldn't agree on the amount. And so I took up the guest room, the place my crib had been, a room with old cyan walls and a chair where my mother used to rock me to sleep.

I was older than Large, then, I think. I don't recall sleeping poorly, or wishing my sister was near. But I do remember how, for years after, she and I would find ways to communicate long after we were supposed to be asleep. We wished for a secret passage in the closet; we made a tin-can line and strung it between our windows; we devised a secret system of knocks from her closet to the wall by my bed.

We haven't been close for years, but I still remember that feeling of reaching out and knowing she was there.

ArtSparker said...

Lovely, lovely writing. My sister and I used to share a room on Christmas Eve only when we were in our teens.

Laurita said...

That's so sweet. That last sentence says it all, doesn't it? I think that hold true for siblings of any age - you may fight, but in the end you know they are there.

Hilary said...

That's really incredibly sweet. Boys just slam doors and never give each other another thought. ;)

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

That is the sweetest thing I've heard all week. Made me smile huge.

They are going to be close sisters forever.

I love that.

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

....nothing about the Leonids?

Clowncar said...

Sweetly written, Bliss. I love the description of your crib room. Makes me sad you aren't close to your sister these days. Were you in the more mess or less mess camp?

Thanks Arty. Did you enjoy those Christmas Eves?

Laurtia, I think that's true. They are adopted, so at times each other is alll the've had. Though often we feel like we're living with a mongoose and a snake.

Hil, I can't imagine having anything other than daughters. Though if I had boys I'm sure I'd feel just the opposite.

So glad to have you back, Scarlett! I predict their relationship will be love/hate until they are adults, when it will mellow into closeness. And no Leonids this year, despite the new moon. I'm rarely up past midnight to catch the peak. But the memory of that 2001 Leonid magic will last. Didja catch that year? Glorious.

Gordo said...

That's not regressing, that's problem-solving. And a wonderful solution at that.

Sarah Sometimes said...

This made me cry.

Clowncar said...

Sadly, a solution that lasted a week, Gordo. They are now now back to their own rooms. Let's call it an experiment that didn't yield the hoped for results.

I'm glad you found it evocative, Sarah. Though sorry you cried... :)