Older brothers are fun to play with and to partner in mischief together. In some ways, brothers influence younger sisters to become tougher. Although there’s a big weight difference between my kids, wrestling and body slams are frequent plays. The other day I asked Elliot what he loves about his sister and his response, didn’t answer my question, summed it up nicely: “I love to annoy her.”
When Ellis was four years old and Elliot six, they were learning how to live in peace together. In tense moments, she’d sigh and say to herself, “Having an older brother is tough.” The older brother would say the same thing about a younger sister, especially one who got extra attention because of her medical condition.
They know how to push each other’s buttons and to love each other as best friends all at the same time. I guess it’s the beauty of sibling relationships. One minute they’re up to naughtiness, and the next is hugs and giggles.
Welcome to my blog! My name is Esther and I'm so happy you are here. I'm an avid nature photographer and a daydreaming thinker. My posts revolve around photos of nature's beauty, homeschooling adventures with my 2 kids, sporadic reflections on my child's heart condition, Bible reading reflections, gardening feats, and other mish mash things. Hopefully you'll leave encouraged, pensive, or smiling at the simple things of life. Thank you for stopping by and hope you'll find some interesting posts to read!