Brotherly, sisterly love

Lunch breaks have been scarce lately so today when the opportunity presented itself, I bailed. Instead of my standard sandwich, I made my way over to Chick-fil-A. Sure, I love the food there, but there’s another reason I visit this little fast food spot. It reminds me of my sisters. My sisters and I live far away from each other, but when we’re together, we almost inevitably end up at Chick-fil-A. True Southern girls, we do fancy our sweet tea and fried chicken. It’s my comfort food.

So when I need a pick-me-up, I head to Chick-fil-A. Maybe it sounds cheesy, but it just makes me feel better. Doesn’t hurt that the people there are always super nice!

I often wonder if my own two kids will love each other the way my sisters and I love one another. I hope so. My husband and I do what we can to encourage them to play together, to share and to just be kind to one another. My son is a really good big brother. He’s very thoughtful, offering his sister snacks – even some of his, sometimes. And while my daughter has some sharing issues, she generally will offer up a cookie or fry to him as well. They also play really well together. It’s fun to watch them together. To listen to their “conversations.”

Sure, occasionally, they spat because one of them wanted the toy the other one has. And I’m sure their arguments will escalate as they get older. But, I hope that they’ll always support one another and that as they enter adulthood, they’ll appreciate the beauty of a sibling relationship.

As with so many things regarding children, time will tell. For now, I’ll enjoy the beauty of their relationship – the laughter roaring from my daughter as my son does something silly, the two of them sharing a chair to watch cartoons, their good night hugs to one another and the wonder of what’s going through their little heads.

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