This morning when the eggs were just about done, Husband and I got into an argument that stretched into way past breakfast. The plates of rice and eggs sat cold on the counter as the kids waited for their breakfast. At one point, Olive started crying and ran to her room. I thought it was because she was upset we were arguing, but later when I asked her, she said it was because she was hungry and was worried snack time would get pushed back. I had to laugh because of how fiercely she guards her snack and TV time. I asked if she heard us talk, and she nodded summarizing the argument in one simple sentence. One simple sentence that spanned almost two hours. Oh, how easier it would be to be like a child sometimes. To say things in one sentence and be done with it.
Another time when we were arguing in the bedroom, Olive slipped a piece of paper under the door. Later after the argument, I picked it up and saw that she had written a script for each of us to say- one to two sentences each that said a succinct apology and simple solution. I am certain that if we had been humble enough to pick up that slip of paper and read the script aloud, the fight would’ve been over at that very moment, long before it actually ended.
My peacemaker Olive. When there was a span of two years that we weren’t speaking to Husband’s family, Olive was born and brought that silence to an end. She crashed down the walls, and there they were, in our home, holding her- this tiny human being that simply came into the world and then changed it.