As I pause this month and take a look at my children’s relationship with one another, one thing strikes me immediately.
My children are best friends.
Little Man is old enough to play with Boo pretty much as an equal now. There are very few things that he can’t do. They are both little dare-devils, so leap and climb and run about together. They are both brilliant at imaginative play so immerse themselves fully in their own little worlds. They both enjoy watching movies, so snuggle up together to get lost in them with one another. And demand snacks for their viewing pleasure.
But there’s one big thing that Boo can do that Little Man has yet to master. She reads. She reads a lot. And so she reads to her little brother, with her arm around him, reminding me that she is the big sister. She is the nurturer in their relationship. She is the one to always look out for her little brother, wanting to take care of him, wanting to make him happy. Whilst he, the younger one and the cheeky one, thinks mainly of himself!
Two little siblings, the best of friends, long may it last.
Boo aged 6 years and 8 months, Little Man aged 3 years and 9 months. Love them.