My children fight. They call each other names, elaborate insults like stupid smelly idiot moron and stinky buttface meanie. Being smelly somehow always seems to feature prominently in their colorful name-calling.
At home, they fight over toys, looks, and who ate the last cookie. They draw demarcation lines outside the door of their room, and they kick, hit, and bite whoever comes across.
But every once in a while, they forget about all their sibling rivalries, their turf battles, and their unsettled scores. For a moment or two, they are one, united.
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| United in refusing to pose for another picture. |
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| United in huddling for warmth |
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| United in wondering what happened to the Florida sunshine |
And every once in a while, I even happen to have my camera to capture one of those beautiful moments of sibling warfare truce, proof that they really was unity and harmony. Something to look back on when war breaks out again.
4 comments:
You need to take that middle picture and frame it. Just to have on hand when they fight so you can remember how close they'll be one day when they grow up.
I mean... I remember once upon a time fighting a LOT with my sister. ;-)
Great photos! Agree ~ the middle one should be framed ~ beautiful! Looks like you live on the ocean??!! That's where I want to live someday!!
Both Elliot and I remember bickering a lot with our younger brothers...except when we were on family vacations, when we both remember getting along with those same brothers. Something about being away from home and there being no one else to play with....
You are blessed with beautiful children!!!
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