“She’s like gold”

One of my nieces posted a Facebook message tonight, with a picture of her two tiny boys frolicking in the grass, happy that their big sister had just come home from school.

And, oh, the sweet memories that swept me when I saw the photo.

There was a fall day, 21 years ago, when I was at home with my newborn son and his two year old brother.  My daughter was off at school, a big, independent girl in the first grade.  As the day drew on, and the sun began to set, my middle child, my sweet Matty, stood in the window, waiting and waiting for his sister to return.  He was too small to easily see out, so he stood perched on his toes, balanced on the baseboard heaters, his hands gripping the wooden window frame, his eyes alert for the slightest sign of movement on the street.

At last, at last, he caught sight of her, his precious big sister, making her way up the road with her buddy, Alex.

“She’s here!  Katie’s here!”, he cried, jumping to the floor and clutching his chest. “My heart’s ‘most brokeded, I’m so excited!  She’s here!”   I scooped him up to give him a hug, and we went together to the door to meet her, our very own Kate, home from a long day away from us.  She came inside, all filled with sunshine and joy as she always was.  She tossed her backpack in a corner, then asked if she could go to play at her best friends’ house, a mile away from our house.

Matt and I were both stricken at the thought of giving her up again so soon, and he made a small sound of protest.  But I knew that she was a big girl, and that she needed her time with her friends.  “Sure”, I said, “I’ll drop you off and come back for you in an hour.”   I loaded both of my baby boys into the car, and kissed my girl as I dropped her at our friend’s house.  We drove away, to get the ice cream cone that I had promised Matt as a poor consolation prize for losing his favorite playmate for the afternoon.

The car was quiet.  I searched for something to say that would make my little boy feel better.  I didn’t know how to explain that although we loved her the most in all the world, our Kate needed to find her way in the wide world of friendships.  I didn’t know how to make him feel better after his long vigil by the window was so cruelly mocked by her brief presence and then her loss.

We got our ice creams, and we headed back down the road in the gray light of dusk.  As I looked out at the road ahead of me, I heard a deep sigh, followed by the sweet husky voice of my little boy.

“Katie’s so special”, he said.  “She’s like gold.”

She is.  She really is.

baby tim-1And the special love between them is the most precious kind of gold.

20 thoughts on ““She’s like gold”

    • Jacquline, I have to send you some photos from my hike yesterday; it looked so much like what I believe Scotland must look like! I kept thinking of you the whole day!
      Hope that you are well!


  1. I am pretty sure my middle kid, who has been sorely missed these last three and a half weeks since we dropped her off at college, is going to come home Columbus Day weekend,drop her bags and head out with her boyfriend and whichever other friends are home then. This reminded me that I’d better prepare her little brother for this inevitable outcome. We need to take what we can get!


  2. Oh, my heart! Your writing makes me feel like an empty nester while I’m actually living as a parent with young children. That is a good thing though, it makes me appreciate this time all the more. 🙂


  3. Resonance is what happens when natural frequencies closely match. It’s supposedly associated with things in the physical world–it’s why acoustic guitars are nice and loud; it’s why radios can ‘tune’ frequencies.
    It happens with people too–you just caused it to happen in Newfoundland 🙂


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