There are a whole host of things no one ever tells you about becoming a parent. Some of them might be because they would scare you away from ever becoming a parent. But some of them are just because even if someone did try and tell you, you wouldn’t understand until you had your own kids.
Of all the things that fill my heart as a mom, one of the most “filling to the point it might burst” things is watching my kids be siblings to each other.
Now I don’t want to pretend that they don’t fight and beat on each other. Cause they definitely do. The daily fights over who sits where in the car and at the dinner table often sends me over the edge.
But I would say more times than not their relationship is wonderful. I never had a sister so I don’t really understand sister dynamics, but I always thought it would be cool to have one. And my two girls are definitely best friends.
Today I had to volunteer at their school and I got their a little early with a bit of time to observe recess. There are two playgrounds at recess, one for the “little kids” and one for the “big kids”. So they technically can’t play together on the playground. But when I looked out they were both standing on the edges of their playgrounds chatting and laughing. It warmed my heart.
Let’s not leave Silas out of the mix. Throwing a boy in three years after his sister, one might think he would be a lone ranger. But he is the apple of both his sister’s eyes. Hannah is his best entertainment during the days they are home together. Their favorite game is hide and seek and they can play for. eh. ver.
At night it is Lily he prefers. He asks for her to read his bedtime story every night. Sometimes she even gets him in his pajamas and helps him brush his teeth. And when he wakes up in the morning he asks for her.
Tonight as we went out for Halloween the three of them stuck together. The two older sisters waited patiently at every house for their brother to catch up. They never complained. They never went ahead. And on the few houses I had them do without Silas, they brought back candy for him.
It might have been cold outside, but my heart was warm. Few things make me prouder as a parent than watching my kids love on each other. It is the best things about them. And one of the best parts about being a mom.