July 9, 2016
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Warrior Queen is particular with her smiles. I am the recipient of loads, but second to the ones bestowed on her brother. She absolutely adores him, and he her…when he isn’t casting a greenish hue. Little Man tends to his baby sister; the first at her feet when any unhappy squeal is uttered. Sometimes he stands before her and stares. Other times he not so gracefully attempts to return the pacifier to her sleeping mouth, or almost falls on top of her attempting to restart the swing or mobile. Each event almost stops my heart thinking of the harm his loving deeds almost caused, but I try to commend him for the effort. Often my intervention is showing him the appropriate gentle gesture required or assisting him with his caregiving task.
I’m not sure my son appreciates or even notices the fierce girl’s smiles, even when he is more accepting of her existence. But, there are those times when my son will lie on the floor next to my daughter. They will look at each other and smile. Little Man will laugh and look at me before patting his sister’s belly. The moment is never long enough; in a toddler blur he stands up, trotting off to his next diversion.