I’m fortunate, I know, as my children are the very best of friends. Never has that been more apparent than in the moment that I’m going to share today.
You know that half an hour before the kids go up and you get the bedtime routine under-way? It’s always a little chaotic in our house, is it everywhere? The kids are tired, but feeling playful as Daddy is home and they’re free of the dinner table. So madness tends to reign.
Boo likes to play with the throw, and it’s often a cape or such-like. I’d rather she didn’t, as I can only see it ending badly, and one of the children tripping over it. Of course, I’m often right…!
She ran giggling with it into the hall the other night. The hall with the hard, wooden floor. Little Man stepped onto it, excited to be stamping all over it. And then, yes, you see where this is going, don’t you?, she quickly ran off with it, taking Little Man clean off his feet in the process and landing on his face. Cue lots of crying. She was put on the step, and was also sobbing.
When Little Man calmed down a little, he pulled back from my cuddles and looked about. He spotted his big sister, still crying on the step. He kicked his little feet to indicate to me that he wanted me to put him down, and as soon as his toes touched the floor, he scampered out into the hall to Boo and opened his arms up to envelop her in a hug. It was so utterly adorable, selfless and sweet. Unconditional sibling love at it’s finest. And, of course, as soon as he did this, Boo stopped crying and smiled through her tears and hugged him tightly back. I was the only one still tearing up…