I can’t say it happens all the time. I can’t even say it happens regularly… but when it does, it is magic. There is nothing that makes me happier than seeing my small people being kind to each other.
As Summer has begun to wind down, their tolerance with each other has faded. They have found new and interesting ways to taunt, tease and mock each other. Their ‘playing nicely together’ has taken a back seat to a special kind of sibling rivalry that seems destined to drive me mad.
The two small people who ended the school year hand-in-hand are now happily tackling each other. Apparently it is fun. I’ve said my share of, ‘It’s all fun and games until some one gets hurt’. As well as, “Don’t come crying to me…” and “Why don’t you both head to your room until you can choose to be kind to each other…”
She has become a master at mimicking him. He has a degree in needling her right when she most desires time alone. There is just something about having an older sister and a younger brother than can make you a little bit crazy.
But this moment you see here? This is the opposite of all of that. It was a gift to me.
It happened this past week. I had been out of town for a few days and they both knew I was desperate to spend time with them. And even more so, desperate to spend time with them while they were being kind to each other.
It was every bit as magical as it appears. They do truly love each other that much. I believe with all my heart: when my small people are good to each other, everything feels right in my world. (I should tape this to their ceilings so it is the las thing they see every night)
What do you believe?
