I much watched video of what family means to each other and the most valuable lesson here is….. “Children, oh, what they can teach us all”
Children, are the key you know, to melting heart moments and memories that you think have gone, they have no filter, they see something until we adults tell them to shush, also, they are the key to us adults that should know better in life have missed 1 thing?!
How to let go and love what you see and allow yourself to be real, we know that us adults have filters, hurts, past memories of whatever. But, the most important thing of life is to allow yourself to be real, and this video melting moments of love..
Have a watch!
If you don’t think this is gold then I must say you need to look again and watch with “open eyes” enjoy!
Just how adorable is to see brother and sister hugging every day!
The little sister is waiting for the school bus every day and waits for her brother to get off the bus and hug him.
“Your my favorite person.” she says to him.
The mother has written a beautiful caption on one of the videos, and I truly agree with her opinion:
“I consider myself to be a fairly tolerant parent. I don’t mind spoiling.
If my kids don’t want veggies on their plate at dinner I don’t force them to eat it.
And I don’t limit their television viewing all that much as long as they read just as many books.
There are a handful of things, however, that can tip me over the edge into that dangerous place of rage, sadness, and self-doubt.
Not listening is a big one. Whining is another. But nothing frustrates me more than when my kids fight with each other.
They fight over whose turn it is with the iPad, who has more time with the iPad, and who is better at whatever game they are currently playing on the iPad.
They fight over who got the bigger piece of cake, more frosting, the better plate.
They call each other names and dole out insults like “you’re a butt” and “no YOU’RE a butt.
Sometimes the fighting makes me want to scream or cry, or both.
I wonder what I’m doing wrong as a parent, and I lament the fact that two of the people I love the most don’t seem to like each other at times.
There are days when it seems like the vast majority of their interactions are acrimonious, hostile, and exasperating. But every afternoon at 4:04pm when my son gets off the school bus from kindergarten, this happens… they greet each other with hugs, kisses, and walk home arm and arm saying things like, “Your my favorite person.” “Thanks. Your my favorite person, too.”
As a parent that’s the best I can hope for. That my babies will fight and forgive. That they will practice what it means to be a human with each other. That they will learn when to stand their ground and when to let something go. That they will learn to be siblings, maybe even favorites.”