My nieces are a couple of cuties
Ellie is three and Emma will be two this February.
They’re the cutest kids you ever did see.
They can also be a holy terror when together.
I live life fairly carefree.
I’ve gone places and done things that would give my mother a heart attack
so I’ve never told her or anyone for fear that word would get back
of all my reckless adventures
like walking way out on the thin ice of Lake Erie even after my grandma had warned me
that the ice only looked thick
and I was thick and I fell straight through the ice
to my armpits
able to climb out of the frozen lake and slink back to shore
more afraid that my grandma was going to kill me.
I free climbed a mountain in Alaska without telling anyone where I was going or taking
anything with me other than my keys.
I zip-lined down from the Great Wall of China.
I live life without a net to catch me.
Now every time Emma walks up the stairs I’m right behind her
with both hands on her back.
I wonder if I overprotect her
but, she’s a year and a half so what are you going to do?
Her older sister, Ellie, is the only one who doesn’t coddle her.
Ellie can be downright cruel to her baby sister.
She’s quick to pull whatever Emma has in her hands away.
I’m quick to scold
“Don’t take things from Emma’s hands, Ellie, be nice to your little sister!”
I’ve noticed Emma’s started fighting back.
She’s using her arms and legs to pull back
digging her little feet into her big sister to get more strength in her arms.
The kid’s not such a pushover any more.
And I wonder if her sister’s the only one being truly sincere with her
teaching her to fight back.
Maybe baby Emma needs her big sister’s abuse
almost as much as she needs her love.