My girls are only about 15 months apart. Everyone keeps telling me how they will grow up to be the very best of friends. There are some moments when I seriously doubt that as they fuss and fight at each other. Even though they are in elementary school they already fight over “my friends” and “my clothes” and “my toys” especially those that come from “hand me down.” But there is one thing I’ve recently noticed that is one very precious moment each day, and hopefully one in theirs too. The moment when they walk into into the school and holding hands.
The mornings are very hectic for our family, just like they probably are for yours. Everyone is trying to get out the door at almost the same time. This includes the dog! And, well, we just aren’t morning people. It is hard for this mom to stay happy and positive each morning no matter how smoothly it runs, because I’m not human until about 9AM. It’s just how I’m made. Unfortunately it is how my children are made too.
So some mornings don’t go so well. The girls fight over clothes (especially leggings which they almost don’t wear the same size of anymore). They fight over what’s for breakfast (“No mom I want this not that!”) no matter how many times I remind them this is not a restaurant and that they get the same thing for breakfast. The dog is barking and dancing because he needs to go out. As for dad, he leaves as quickly as possible. He is in the minority here. Okay, well the dog is a boy too.
But here’s the precious moment of my day, and hopefully the precious moment of my daughter’s day too. No matter how much they may fuss and fight, no matter how grumpy any of us have been in the morning there is one thing I can count on. After the kids get out of the mommy’s suburban assault vehicle (some day soon that will change but that’s a story for another time), they place their backpacks on their shoulders and join hands.
Yes, they join hands and walk into school together side by side holding hands.
That’s a moment so precious that sometimes they have to remind me to keep driving that I’m holding up the drop off line.
But it is also a moment so precious that I get to take it with me every day.
Now, if only I could take a picture of that moment and hand it too them the next time they fight over – well whatever it is that they are fighting over, again.
What’s your precious moment of the day?
