My stepson, Austin, and stepdaughter, Bailey, are spending spring break at our house this year. We had hoped to be able to go to the coast for a few days, but work and weather have a way of taking priority over vacation time, so we are spending spring break at home this week.
No worries. Austin and Bailey have absolutely no problem with staying at home and playing on their computers. Both are whiz-kids when it comes to computers and when they start saying stuff like “servers”, “mods”, “jar files”, etc. , to me, it sounds like they are from another planet.
What has really impressed me this week, however, is how well they have gotten along. Austin lives with us full time, and Bailey lives with her mom. The way we have worked out visitation, the kids get to see each other every weekend and every day during the summer.
And they actually like each other.
Without us having to ask him, Austin has been helping Bailey get her “Minecraft servers” set up…whatever the heck that means.
Bailey will walk upstairs, ask for his help and 10 minutes later, he arrives at her door, ready to help.
When I was a little girl, my older sister, Cathy and I did not have this same type of relationship.
I was the pesky little sister who always wanted to do whatever my older sister and her friends were doing. If they wouldn’t let me play with them, I would instigate situations that would get them in trouble with my mom.
Yes. I was a pain in the butt.
And they would get me back.
“Hey Dana! There’s a SURPRISE for you in the water hose!!!”
As I would pick up the water hose, I would put it up to my eye to look inside…and they would turn on the water. It’s a wonder I didn’t lose my eyesight.
Or, they would act like they were eating persimmons from the tree in our yard and they would say how yummy they were, so I’d pick one up and bite into it.
But it wasn’t yummy.
It was bitter and sour and made my tongue turn black and it felt like my mouth was turning inside out.
But I know my sister loves me and was only doing what older sisters do to their younger sisters. She is the person I call when I’m happy or sad, if I need to vent, or just need a sympathetic ear…and I love her.
So as I watch Austin and Bailey laugh and chase each other while we are running at the park I realize that they have a blessed relationship that hopefully will stand the test of teenager-hood, of which Austin has recently entered.
I know there will be times when they won’t always get along, but if they end up with the same kind of relationship that I have with my sister, they will be very fortunate kids indeed.
Even if they didn’t make each other eat persimmons.
What a lovely story…….just loved it!!! Made my day even better…..can’t wipe this smile off my face! 🙂 I KNOW this story touched the hearts of your Mom ‘n Dad. I will never look at a garden hose in the same way again!! HAHAHA!
And I remember the day both happened!