Little sister

Here's my little girl in her Cinderella pajamas reaching up on her tiptoes to give an enthusiastic high five to my oldest son. Five feet tall, my son must look like one of those fairy tale giants to my smiling princess. Now my first born is holding her hand as they walk down the stairs to his room. Dancing in big brother's room is one of my daughter's favorite activities. She loves the attention and applause as she twirls around doing her improvised ballet steps. When they are in the mood to indulge my daughter's whims, my sons are a great audience. These are the kind of family cooperative moments that I treasure. They don't happen as often as I would like, but I'll enjoy watching my kids peacefully playing together even if for a few minutes. These are the memories of their childhood that will stick with me forever. Now I'm flashing forward to my daughter's wedding when her three brothers take turns asking the bride to dance. I have to admit that I feel teary eyed thinking of my children enjoying her dance on such a special day in the future. How am I going to keep it together at all those weddings? Lots of Kleenex.

I'm so glad that they will always have each other. I'll try to keep these positive thoughts on hand when I'm breaking up the inevitable wrestling match later on :) Looks like the tide may be changing. I hear someone calling for me to intervene. Well, those sweet moments, though brief, are what family life is all about.

Time to put on my referee shirt and hopefully, start the dance again!