together you slowly build the fort. pillows, blankets, bed sheets. you fight over who gets to hang the final blanket but ultimately you decide lil sib should place it. lil sib is overjoyed and jumps around, giggling, grinning. big sib hums and runs to the kitchen to get snacks prepared. mom and dad are gone for an hour, we get the house to ourselves! no babysitter for us, big sib promised mama and papa that they were big enough to watch over lil sib. mama and papa decided that an hour wouldn’t be too bad.
big sib arrives back into their room with a plate of cookies, popcorn, crackers, pepperoni slices and other miscellaneous foods. lil sib gasps and takes a big handful of crackers. “ive got the tv ready, bubs! come on! i put on the elf movie!” big sib places the big plate inside their fort and gets settled in.
“bubs, where’s teddy?” lil sib whines. “right here, bubbie! see?” big sib hands the teddy to lil sib. a big grin appears on their face. yawns come from both of them, tired kids exhausted after a long fun day.
mama and papa come home to find their kiddos cuddled up inside a giant fort, crumbs all over their faces, holding hands. the elf movie dvd has stopped playing and is now just stuck on the ‘start’ page. they sigh. “did they eat all of the gummies?” mama asks, a chuckle leaving her as she looks down at her babies. “i think they did. it’s okay, at least they had fun, right?” papa smiles and carries the biggest off to bed, while mama cradles the littlest and follows right behind him.
being a cg to a teen regressor makes me think about the endless opportunities of taking care of an older kiddo.
instead of monitoring and scheduling "playdates," i'm slipping a bit of cash to my baby when they hang out with friends, sending them off with a curfew and an embarrassing amount of kisses before they're out the door. or, letting them control the radio on road trips, rocking out all the while to the tunes.
it's also being a gentle yet firm guardian, from monitoring social media consumption to limiting energy drinks for their mental/physical well-being. but most importantly it's letting them feel heard when (despite being in an older headspace) words and feelings can still be hard to understand and communicate. its okay to feel frustrated or angry or upset at the world, you will always have the space to feel heard here because mama will always be right there for her baby with open arms.
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shoutout to the age regressors that aren’t ‘little’. tweens i see you. teens i see you. young adults i see you. all big kids, i see you. your regression is just as valid as anyone else’s.
regressors with ‘scary’ theriotypes, i see you. wolves, tigers, lions, bears, coyotes— all of you. you are important. your experiences matter so much.
regressors that get mean when they regress, because it is a trauma response, you’re seen. you deserve kindness and gentle hands when you’re 3 and want to color, and also when you’re 8 and have growing pains, and also when you’re 12 and are starting to see yourself and form an identity and needing an adult more than ever to guide you and help your insecurities. to aid you and show you the right path.
regressors that were always torn down for showing emotions when they were younger so now you’re stuck at 10 and all you can do is cry and scream, beg for a hug and then pull away because of how scared you are.
regressors that feel like they’ll always be 13, scared, hurt, betrayed in their heart. waiting for someone to heal the inner child’s wound, because you feel like you can’t, because you’re still just 13 yourself.
Seaside
asked my cat if he wanted dinner or the slop that kills him and my twin was like "he can hear you, you know?" and when I looked down at my cat he was like this
fiction-kin of Newt from Maze Runner. ꒱ 17, non community. 🌲 healing + comfort blog! autistic ∞ 🗡️ involuntary AgeReg not shared online — dreaming only. requests for moodboards, short fic’s and etc. open! ⭒ dreaming as O8 to 14yrz.
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