Watching and waiting to see what he was doing for his sister.
Her little face held the glow that only admiration for a hero can hold.
Her brother was helping her. Her world was just as it should be.
Did he pour the milk perfectly the way I would have?
No, but he was attentive. He was loving. He was compassionate.
They left the kitchen with full cups in hand. He invited her into his inner sanctum...his room.
They played without fighting. They giggled. They pretended.
My heart soared.
I savor moments like this when I see the seeds of friendship blooming in my kids. I pray that they will develop and nurture a bond that will last a lifetime. Oh, how I hope they will trade in the bickering for a real relationship. I pray that my son will rise up and become a protector of his sweet sister. I pray that she will trust him enough to confide in him. I pray that we will be a family that finds wealth in our relationship and not in our assets.
I am glad I choose to watch from the sidelines and not interfere in this moment. It gave me a chance to see what lies ahead for them.
Friendship.
