My troop of tiny humans are in no way perfect. As siblings they’re not always happy, laughing and playing happily with each other. There’s a forever battle with my eldest girl and youngest boy. A constant back and forth fight of dominance and mischief, and on a daily basis, the door slamming and yellings of abuse to each other can be exhausting.
But one thing I am sure of, that amongst the fighting, the yelling and the sibling related rivalry, I know that they love each other, truly. Without resentment, without hate, but with the sort of love that only a child can resonate. They’re eyes and hearts full of hope, admiration, adoration, care & protection for each other. That sort of love cannot be bought or earned, but it has grown inside the hearts of our newborns and it grows a little every day until one day…it blooms.
My two older boys are pretty much all grown up now and live at their Dads so I don’t see them as often as I’d like, as they’re teenage boys! I think they’re allergic to fresh air! But these three….these three are my little
terror’s darlings. At home they keep me busy, drama-fueled and so loved that I couldn’t put into words how they lighten my heart from its heavy woes. All of my children are my little salvations & saviours and I am so thankful that underneath the daily spats and tantrums, that the love they have for each other, will never change, fade or falter.