Favorite Moment

One of my all time favorite moments was the moment my children met each other for the first time. I was still in the hospital recovering from a repeat c-section to deliver my daughter only the day before. My husband brought our newly turned three year old son to the hospital meet his baby sister. I was sitting in a chair holding my daughter so that her head was resting on my knees and her feet were touching my belly. I told my son what my daughter’s name was as he approached me. When he greeted her with his little boy voice and called her by her name, she turned her head towards his voice. It was amazing. Their instant bonding was a foreshadowing of what was to come for them as siblings. Almost 22 years later they still have a bond that cannot be broken. They enjoy each other’s company. They always have each other’s backs. They each have the complete opposite personalities but that works to their advantage when one of them has an issue, the other one gives a fresh perspective. My son is the epitome of a good big brother. When my daughter fell and scraped her knee he’d ask for a bandage for her. When she was afraid of people in scary costumes as a child, he’d reassure her that she was safe. When she played her trumpet in her final concert of eighth grade, he had flowers for her. When she’d start a new school; middle school, high school and college, he’d take her on a tour before school started so she’d know her way around when school started. She attends the same university he graduated from because she liked what the school had to offer. He’s always been there for her and she for him. Sure they bicker and get on each other’s nerves plenty but they are still thick as thieves. I could go on all day about them but I’ll just leave you with the picture.

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Registered Nurse. Aspiring Writer. View all posts by jachristofersen8