As the soundtrack from Alvin and the Chipmunks:Chipwrecked plays in the background, I hear a few loud crashes. I run up the stairs to make sure there haven’t been any injuries. It is apparent when I walk in the room I have crashed a party. Both the Princess and the Little Dude turn to look at me with wide mouth surprise, frozen in awkward motion. “Is everything ok?”, I ask. “Yeah,” she replies, “we are just having a dance party.” They stare at me until I leave….
I go back down stairs to finish cleaning the kitchen as the atmosphere in the Princess’ room changes. The music has ceased but I can hear the soft murmur of little voices and I decide to eavesdrop. “Come on Billy. Rita has Trini trapped at the bottom of the ocean without her morpher. We have to save her.” And in his jumbled toddler jargon, he replies “Ok kimly (Kimberly)”. Then the thumping of little feet insues across the creaking wood floor as they morph into Power Rangers and set off on their adventure. Laughing, cheering, yelling and chattering float through the ceiling. Knowing that we are past a difficult phase brings such sweet calmness.
Life before my kids were friends was frustrating and overwhelming. Entertaining two children while simultaneously breaking up fights left me exhausted. Even though I am still worn out after chasing those two through the grocery store…it makes it a much easier task when I can smile at them holding hands as the Princess sings her made up song, “Best friends, best friends…” So, if my role for awhile is just to be the party crasher, I am ok with that.