Big Sister, Little Brother, Best Friends

September 15, 2009 By 7 Comments

I have goals as a mom.  I’m sure you do too.

I hope to help my children get enough sleep, provide them with healthy food choices and surround them with love.  There are never enough hugs and kisses if you want my opinion.

It is also my intention to raise independent, respectful children – I want the door opening, the ‘yes, sirs’ and ‘yes ma’ams’  and the ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’ to be a small mental map that guides them into proper decision making.  I hope they treat others they way they want to be treated.  I hope Jeff and I instill strong work ethics, a desire to save money and a willingness to help those who need it most.

I also want one more thing.

kidsholdhandsI want them to be best friends.  Is that too much to ask?

Right now, he worships her.  And she adores him.  He calls her ‘Damey’ and she is quick to answer with a ‘Yes, Buddy’.  She reads to him. She paints his toenails (shhhh…don’t tell!) She lets him snuggle with her when he is scared of his shadow.

 

He makes her giggle.  He toughens her up by tackling her. He loves to hold her hand.

My brother and I are not close.  I adore him.  But we are different. Very, very, are-you-sure-one-of-you-isn’t-adopted-different.

I don’t want that for them.  I want him to protect her when she gets her heart broken at 17.  I want her to cheer for his games and be proud of her ‘little’ brother.  I want them to share late night calls riddled with jokes and advice.

I watch them now and can’t imagine it any other way. 

A mother’s wish.

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  • http://www.fleegerfamily.blogspot.com Christine Fleeger

    How funny that you would write about this today. Today is my son’s 9th birthday and when he got off the bus he was telling me (with my daughter in the back of our van) about how this girl by accident fell and he was stabbed in the hand with her pencil. First thing out of my daughters mouth was . “Mommy take me to her house so I can do that to her!!!” When I asked her why she said ” because she hurt my Robby” although I don’t condone violence I had to laugh at her wanting to protect him. I wish for your children as I do mine that they have a long happy life and are the best of friends forever!

  • Suz

    I often wish that for my daughter and son, too. They are just 17 months apart. When my son Adam was born, my daughter Olivia would call him “baby Adam”, and when he began to talk he would call her O-wiv -ee-a. They are the light of our lives.

  • http://www.5minutesformom.com Janice (5 Minutes for Mom)

    DITTO!

    My kids r so close right now too. I adored my big brother growing up, but now we aren’t close at all. :(

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  • http://livelaughlove95.com Malia

    I have the same hope though it’s currently hanging by a thread! My kids are 4 1/2 years apart and for the last year or so, that difference has been monumental. I supposed it will be for quite sometime to come. I’m trying to encourage more family time, doing things together that will foster shared experiences and memories. I’m trying to teach them to respect each other and be kind to one another. I’m trying to convince them that someday they’ll be glad they have a little brother/older sister!

    I believe that someday they can be close even though the distance in their ages makes it difficult right now.

  • Sara

    I just wanted to say that that kind of relationship is indeed possible
    I am fifteen and my brother is thirteen and we are BEST friends
    I like him more than I like my other friends at school.
    We have 74736263747891 inside jokes and I tell him everything
    I love the boy to death and I hope one day your kids estabolish that kind of relationship

  • Raven

    It’s totally possible for your little ones to stay best friends (with maybe a few breaks) My brother [24] and I [26] were not always friends, in fact, until I was about 13 we were almost viciously violent toward each other. However when my parents got divorced and I was struggling with severe depression in high school we started making tentative steps toward friendship. By the time I was 18 we were inseparable. It always helps that they are stating off on the right foot, but don’t lose heart if they go astray for a while. It’s a normal part of growing up and finding yourself.