Being an only child has it’s privileges. Don’t get me wrong. All the attention was on me. That’s good because I got all the love and attention I could ever need. Bad because, if I did something wrong – I got all the love and attention I could ever need. LOL! Never the less, I am super jealous of my kids. I am now getting a chance to see first hand what it’s like to have a sibling. It’s awesome!
I love catching them playing. (This was in a hotel room.) I love the way my daughter looks at her brother. She thinks he is a rock star! Everything he does cracks her up. When we’re taking professional pictures, she stares at the photographer with a stink eye. We have to get her brother to talk to her to make her laugh so that we get a good picture. He wants nothing more than to protect her. He wants to feed her, bring her toys, be her super hero. When she cries, he runs to her screaming, “never fear, big brother is here.” Yes, there is still some jealousy but there is so much love!
He’s trying to teach her how to walk. She’s about to catch on all on her own. I’m so looking forward to watching the bond they have grow. It’s amazing to watch these two little people, forever connected, grow together. As mushy as it is, it truly fills my heart with joy to have a front row seat while watching their story unfold.
Am I the only one that’s straight up sappy about this kind of stuff? It’s because I was raised solo, right?