Tonight during bath time, I had to play referee. So, needless to say...after both kiddos were in their jammies we had a "little" talk. I sat them down & looked both of them in their big brown eyes and reminded them that we aren't promised tomorrow. You both need to love each other and stop all of this fighting. I told Mackenzie that on Friday when Davis and I were sitting in the carpool line waiting to pick her up he said, "Mama, I hope sissy is in a good mood and that when she gets in the car & she says, Hey big boy!" & that he adores her. We have talked in our household about the wreck I mentioned in a previous post a lot...it has weighed heavy on my heart. I have also bribed Mackenzie with a trip to NYC for her 16th birthday verses a car. Right now, she's so excited about our trip. ; ) I'm sure that will change. It scares me to death--and it has made me think twice about the short 8 years to come...Will I be ready to set her free?? Will I let her be able to drive away on her own for the very 1st time? I reminded them that Libbie (the girl that passed away) had a little brother too and I'm sure that he wishes that he could hug his sister again! I also, reminded them that it makes me and daddy sad when they fight and it disappoints God, which is when Davis burst into tears.
Tonight, I pray that they take to heart our "little" talk and try to remember it throughout each day. I know I will have to do a reminder talk sooner I'm sure than later! ; )
"This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you."
John 15:12
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Love this post. We have to have those talks on an almost daily basis. I tell the boys they're the best friends each will ever have. With the age difference thankfully fighting with Sissy isn't an issue. Maybe the NYC trip will stick but I wouldn't be booking it just yet. Haha It's the hardest thing I've ever done, to let Bethany have that freedom. It gets easier though. I no longer cry as she's driving away. ;) But it is just so hard, especially when I hear stories like Libbie's or the Coffee family in Selma and think about Dare. Life is fragile. Love you, sweet friend.
Wow. It's no fun playing referee, and unfortunately that's what I play more often than not. We have to constantly remind our girls of this very thing. I never had a sibling to grow up with, so this is new territory for me. I don't get the fighting. It's plain and simple in my eyes (maybe since I didn't have it)...be thankful for the brother/sister you have and never take them for granted. I wish it was that easy, though! Have a great weekend! :)
I do love this post too! Thanks for sharing!
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