They continue to boggle my mind, these children of mine.
One moment they are laughing, the next they are crying.
One moment they like the toy, the next they are hurling it across the room.
One moment they are ready to nap, the next they would be wide awake.
I sure love the moments when…
Achi would build a toy for her shobe.
Shoti would hug achi for no reason at all.
Ahya would gently pat his shobe‘s head.
Achi would give her shoti and her shobe each a smooch.*
All three of them would huddle, lying on their tummies, in front of the iPad then play a game together or watch a video together. If something amuses them, they would laugh together.
And then there would be times when I think that having just one child was enough. Because there was just one iPad. And I don’t know what to do when they all cry at the same time. Would they even grasp the concepts of sharing and taking turns? With their pushing, hitting and biting at times, I would be led believe that they don’t love each other. How do I teach them to cherish and treasure each other anyway? How do I show them that siblings are for loving?
That’s the inspiration for this poem. Siblings are family and friends all rolled into one.
Do you have brothers or sisters? What do you love about having a sibling?
*Achi – older sister
Ahya – older brother
Shobe – younger sister
Shoti – younger brother