Wine Before Five
Because Life is Good & Sweet & Short
and the ordinary is extraordinary…
The Weatherly children are well-behaved, socially adept adult children, and always have been great to be around.
They had their moments, though. They’re normal.
Walter was a fairly easy child, I thought. He was neat, and tidy, and enjoyed his toddler days with Mommy. He liked trucks and cars. He loved Legos. He built and invented and named his creations. He was curious and cautious, responsible and fairly quiet, but always loved friends who were pretty rowdy & entertaining. He was social, perceptive, and an early talker.
Along came Wilma. She was a bit more of a physical test for me. Her first major action after learning to sit up was to reach over and give Walter’s hair a good, solid yank. She also walked at eight and a half months. Really. Eight and a half months. She killed a tooth at age 3 when racing down our brick walk, hands behind her, falling straight on her face with no attempt to catch herself. She was without that one front tooth for four years. She loved to be messy, emptying every drawer in her dresser every morning. She could swing from the monkey bars at an early age, and by 4 had completed all swimming classes available to kids up to age 6. Once I found about 20 of her toddler vitamins hidden in the sofa. Turned out all the others had been fed to the dog. A stinker, a daredevil. The up and coming trouble maker for me.
It’s funny the things a mother can predict.
Walter’s first scientific experiment was sighted by me out the laundry room window. He and a friend, both age 6, had constructed a pulley system with ropes and a mini-garbage can. How clever of him, how proud I was! The rope was looped over a tree limb about 10 feet in the air, and they were slowly lowering the upside-down trash can – to the ground, I thought. But no, on a closer look from a different window, I saw the trash can was headed for — wait for it — three year old Wilma, who had been carefully positioned beside the tree, so the trash can would come down over her head and body. “Aaaaauuuugh!” But Wilma didn’t mind. She adored her big brother and simply wanted to play with him and his friends. She was a pleaser.
I didn’t catch onto some of Walter’s tricks right away, but heard about them later. The one where he positioned his baby blanket filled with small toys on top of Wilma’s half-open bedroom door so all would come crashing down on her as she pushed the door all the way open was one of his favorites.
One of my favorites was when they were about 6 and 9. As I entered the bedroom hallway from the living room, I saw Wilma standing on Walter’s bed, directly under the ceiling fan. Walter was standing at his doorway, controlling the dimmer switch for the light/ceiling fan. With assorted things, he had tied toys to each blade of the ceiling fan – a robe belt held a stuffed animal, a necktie held a toy truck… And he sped up and slowed down the fan speed while Wilma stood stock still, watching without flinching as the toys spun around above her, coming down closer to her face level, then moving up and away as the speed went down then up. “WHAT are you doing to your sister?!” “It’s ok, Mommy. Walter is doing a ‘speriment and I’m helping! : ) “ Again, the adoring younger sister, the helper, the people pleaser.
Wilma majored in Public Relations/Hospitality Management and spends her days doing things for people, making all good, pleasing others.
Walter majored in Engineering Physics, and now works as a liaison between clients and design engineers in the sensor motion industry. Still talking people into needing things that move magically.
Yep, it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch.