Another year is behind us and it’s time to start it all over again, this amazing journey of being siblings continues. I am so lucky that my two have each other and have a special bond that only those with siblings understand. It reminds me of the special relationship I have with my own siblings when I watch my two together.
Missy Moo is getting bigger and bigger and the age gap as I have said before is closing between them. They get mistaken as twins when we are out and about, people just assume my son is taller than my daughter and not the 20 something months between them. They want and need most of all the same things and love the same toys which can make it really easy and really hard at times. I have just found in this new dynamic of a duo, I buy two of everything. I hand out two of everything, I cook two of everything so that it’s always a fair playing field.
January has brought out the silliness in these two cheeky chaps. They are enjoying life at home for one more year (actually nine months) together before Buba is shipped off to school. So I let them do adventurous fun things that I probably shouldn’t, like jumping on the bed. What child doesn’t like jumping on the bed? And while it took me about ten minutes to convince them that it’s ok to do so understand my supervision I may have actually had to prove it by jumping on the bed myself. (it’s still as fun as an adult). I love being a kid with my kids and playing around like I am one and not thirty one but when it all boils down to it, it’s about them. They have so much fun…chasing each other, giggling together, dancing together, chatting together, and getting creative together. Mommy is just an added extra in their world of play.
I don’t mind being the odd one out, I want them to grow up close together, having that extra person to understand them when no one else outside the home does. That added security that there is another person to love them just as much as Mommy and Daddy do.
My toddlers are still normal siblings, they still fight over toys or snatch things from each other and retaliate to get it back. I don’t often intervene it’s a part of their relationship they need to duke it out. My parents left us siblings to it and it was always better to not look like my mom was taking sides or being unfair. But most of the time, they cuddle and kiss each other instead and encourage each other to play what ever game is on the agenda for the day. Fighting is still showing they care about each other otherwise there would be nothing to fight over, they would merely just not care.
It’s a new era for soft play for my two, now, too. Buba now takes his sister’s hands and runs off to the slide or the ball pit leaving Mommy to her hot coffee. I was getting to the point I didn’t remember what hot coffee was like but its’ back and oh, does it taste good. We are at a time where they play the entire morning at the soft play area only coming for a drink or a nibble from the table. They could careless about the adults sat there watching them while they are on their grand adventures and more about who can go down the slide faster. The competing has started already!
As a kid , jumping on the bed is always hard work so a sibling cuddle is the best way to end it. Even if Missy Moo still won’t let go of Mommy’s fairy lights that were at the head of the bed that she so cheekily stole the moment she got on the bed. I love that they show their love to each other. I love that they hug and kiss and cuddle each other. I come from a very affectionate family whereas Mr P doesn’t and while that probably might be down to cultural differences I am glad my two show the world just how much they love each other, everyday.